Alastor/lucifer Ao3 Novels & Stories

"About Aphrodite?" "Alatar's looking for a spell to find her." Lucifer didn't acknowledge Draven's presence as he downed another glass of liquor down his sore throat. Lucifer looked beyond exhausted. But even more so...he looked heartbroken. "I can do well with spells you know, as a vampire-witch hybrid, he can call me for help." Draven grinned as he slapped Lucifer comfortingly on the shoulder. "That would be great..." Lucifer said rubbing his temples. "I feel like shit."

The only sound Aurora could hear was his breathing, his flaring nostrils as he took in Aurora’s scent. Realization struck him, followed by anger, “She’s a human”, he managed to say angrily. He had waited all these years to be mated with a human. He could feel it but he knew it would take time for her to feel it. It pained him that her scent was addictive, that he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was a human for goddess sake, a lowlife, a maid, and a weak being! He was Lucian the Great. He was soon to be Alpha, how would he present a human to his pack as their next Luna? “Unworthy”, he spat and walked away.

He looked so weak that I wasn’t sure he could even cast the spell necessary to save Elarian and the baby. “Fine, I’ll set you free, but first, there’s something you have to do for me,” I said. He slowly lifted his head, struggling to meet my eyes. His chest heaved with each breath, and just when I thought he might refuse, a thin smile crept onto his lips, and a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “So…the almighty Alpha Aeros, persecutor of dark magic, finally needs it,” he said with a mocking tone. I frowned. “How are you so sure I need it?”

"What's your gain from all this you rat? You think telling the Alpha will make you so special to him? You're wrong! That's Alpha Diego, a freaking heartless Mafia. You're nothing but an infected slut like us!!!" "Point of correction, I am Alpha Diego's Luna. His true mate," I revealed with pride, shunning them both. They were stunned, finding it hard to believe. "I don't need my lovely husband to decide your fate after all the disrespect you've shown towards us. My words alone is enough to seal your fate." "Oh my goodness, she's serious!" They feared, shaking. "You asked if we have a cure for the infection, right? Well you're right. We do have a cure, but you two will never get a taste of it

The intensity of his stare was electrifying, a current running between us that was both exhilarating and terrifying. We continued to hold each other's gaze, and my mind raced, conjuring images of the things he could do to me, the things I craved him to do. Ever since that day, when he made me suck his gun, my thoughts had been consumed by fantasies of his rough hands and his powerful physique. I imagined him holding me tight, his weapon pressed against my skin, a dangerous and intoxicating mix of pleasure and fear. Luciano was a cunning man. He knew why he accepted my terms so easily. He knew I would break them, that I yearned to break them. And hell, I did.

Another command. I was not supposed to be spared. I was supposed to die. Or rot. Not… this. “You think making me your servant will break me or make me bow to you?” I said before I could stop myself. “You should’ve killed me while you had the chance,” I said, yelling in frustration. Lucien didn’t even look back. “If I wanted you dead, witch, you’d be ash.” I heard the sound of lightning outside, rumbling. The High Witch bowed again, clearly displeased, and then she vanished without another word.

Derek’s hand pinned one of her wrists above her head while the other gripped her hip, angling her so every thrust hit deeper. “Take it,” he muttered against her mouth, voice rough. “All of it.” She did. Her legs locked around his waist. Pleasure built in tight, rising waves until it finally broke. Seraphina cried out as her body clenched hard around him. Derek’s rhythm turned almost brutal in response. A few more powerful thrusts and he buried himself deep, a low growl tearing from his chest as he came. They stayed joined for several breaths before he carefully pulled out and rolled onto his side. Neither of them spoke. The only sounds were their slowing breaths and the distant rustle of win

shouted the man with the cuckoo-clock eye. Sinteza made a clicking noise, even though he did not appear to have a tongue. “Yes, yes, that is clear. Alkin, your judgment has been as compromised as Sotirios’s. What you feel is a delusion brought on by demonic glamour and pheromones. Didn’t you heed the old rhyme? A succubus is a creature of lust, whose beauty ensures you’ll fall under her spell. ’Tis hard to resist the lure of her kiss, but if you succumb, she will drag you to Hell.”

she nodded and continued her work, but she could feel his heavy gaze on her Lucifer watched her for a moment longer before turning away. The image of her bruised and battered form haunted him, a stark reminder of the monster he had become. As April continued with her work, he resolved to find a way to control his darkness and the bloodlust that consumed him. But for now, he could only hope that he hadn’t caused irreparable damage to the one person who had somehow found a way into his cold, blackened heart.

I paused as he smiled before laughing at me. "Hope you didn't kill her or you ain't planning to." Being men of the dark, who ruled in the absence of light in our own kingdoms of hell. Whoever got into our hands for the wrong reasons would really be lucky to get out with their lives. "I gave her just a small dose of what is awaiting her is she tries to fuck again. She's my little doll, hurting her is also a sign of love according to me. Sexy how she behaves while she's in pain," l insinuated as l lead a cigar.