Alastor/lucifer Ao3 Novels & Stories

he whispered, his voice barely audible. Lucifer’s hips thrust forward, filling Allistair in one swift, powerful movement. Allistair cried out, his body stretching to accommodate Lucifer’s size. The pain was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more overwhelming. Lucifer’s movements were rough and unyielding, each thrust a claim, a promise, a reminder of the bond that transcended time and reality. Allistair met him stroke for stroke, his body yielding and demanding in equal measure. The stone wall behind him was cold and unyielding, but the heat of their passion made it seem distant and insignificant.

“Lana is not going to die, Apolliana. You need to sort yourself out, but I won’t let you hurt her.” Apolliana growls as she cuts into his skin, “I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes, they roar back again. I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)” Lucifer’s lips tighten with fury, but he manages to restrain himself as he gazes into our eyes and mutters. “Lana, I know you’re in there, luv. Please come out…please,” his voice grows husky, “…please come back to me, luv.”

She cleared her throat and let go of my neck. “Unless I love Alas?” I asked. “His name is Alastor,” Lucius said. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t love Alas. I’m not even attracted to him. The only thing was that he made me uncomfortable when he stared at me when we first met. He was probably using his allure on me, but even so, I didn’t fall for his trap.” “Because you’re marked. Like how Lucija and Adan didn’t feel anything while Nyneve was seducing me and Patrea.”

Night pressed against the glass. My chest tightened again. The bond. I reached inward. Testing it. Instead of warmth, I found something else. A faint echo. Dark. Corroded. Like ink bleeding through water. The tether pulsed once and pain shot through my ribs. I staggered slightly, gripping the window frame. Laura stepped forward. “Alpha?” “It’s… shifting.” Lucian’s eyes sharpened. “Shifting how?” “Unraveling.” The word tasted bitter. The ritual had woven our bond tightly, too tightly.

It clings to the earth in wisps, swirling around the broken stones of the old walls, veiling the lilacs in ghostly silver. I sit by my window, chin resting on my knees, watching the heavy night press against the glass. My desk, not far from where I am, is filled with crumpled paper. Evidence of my failed attempts at writing a worthy letter that I aim to send to secret and not-so-secret Lycan supporters that exist in the kingdom. I'm not so smart that I can still memorize who are pro-Lycans in the future. But knowing that there are some existing in this kingdom is more than enough for me.

My entire body is a map of fire and pain. "I changed my mind," Lucia wheezes, her voice coming out in tiny, broken gasps. "He isn't a teacher. He is the actual devil."

So how did I wake up here, like this, with a bloodied gown and a dagger in my hand? "Alpha! Luna!" I screamed admist sobs. "Who did this to you? Who?" I didn't know what hurt most right now. The pain of loosing my parents, not being able to be by their cokd bodies, being accused as their killer or not knowing what was happening. How could they think, that I, would do such a thing? "Collar her neck with wolfsbane." Arlene's thick voice commanded. "Drag her to the punishment hall. An eye for an eye. A life for a life."

Liam's whole body was littered with red hickeys and teeth marks. Lucas put his hand on the zipper of his jeans and looked up at Liam. "You… You can". He consented verbally just like Lucas wanted and he didn’t waste a single moment to open the zipper. Liam saw those eyes. The eyes of a predator. A hunter. A Hungry Wolf. He tried to keep his eyes open but he lost the moment Lucas nuzzled his nose on the bulge at his briefs. That... That was the most intoxicating scent Lucas had ever smelled. He was snuggling his nose more and deeper on the briefs to take as much as the musky scent in his system.

Chapter 143: The Traitor's Price Lord Trevor’s screams filled the cathedral, high-pitched and frantic. The obsidian monster loomed over him, its gaping maw dripping orange sludge onto his chest armor. The metal hissed and dissolved, exposing his raw, raw Lycan flesh. "The pin, Trevor! Pull the pin!" Natalia shouted, dragging her battered body across the platform toward Kael. Trevor didn't look at her. His eyes were wide, bloodshot circles of pure terror as the creature raised a jagged scythe-claw. The monster swung downward.

Alice POV Sometimes your own fate plays a trick on you, gives you false hope, shows a beautiful illusion of a perfect picture called life. Promising future. Fairy tales become true and then...... Whoop! The spell broke and so is your heart. Exactly what happened to me. *** I, Alice Michaelson, the most powerful hybrid in the entire realm. Fucking queen of werewolves and Lycans’ realm, Entalia. But At this moment — I’m nothing. Nothing in front of him. Him- Devil. My personal devil from hell.