Alastor X Lucifer Wattpad Novels & Stories

It breaks my heart that he is the only true friend I have left in this world, and I haven't even looked at his face since we were children. Then my wolf gives a sharp yip inside my chest—Lestat! He is walking right out of a dark alleyway, heading straight toward my position! His massive frame is swaying slightly from side to side—has he been drinking fermented fire-mead? His amber eyes are blinking heavily under the bright neon signs, and he flinches the moment his gaze sweeps past a large, burly male tracking him from the shadows. The shadow wolf starts creeping closer, and Lestat shifts his weight, increasing his stride.

Lucifer took a long swig of his hellfire whiskey, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous light I knew all too well. "Well, darling," he drawled, "I had a bit of an... altercation with the vampire council over our little situation." I rolled my eyes. "Of course you did. Let me guess, you waltzed into their sanctum, insulted their fashion sense, and threatened to turn them all into crispy critters?" "You wound me, child," he said, clutching his chest in mock offence. "I was the very picture of diplomacy."

Lucifer balled his fist around the steel bar as he glared furiously at Lucian unable to bear the thought of never seeing Alexa again. "I hate that it came to this but I have no other choice," Lucian said in a regrettable tone, "You simply cannot accept that Alexa chose me, and it'll make you do even more stupid and impulsive things, I cannot let that happen," "You make it seem like I'm the devil and you're some fucking saint," Lucifer glared at Lucian, "You're like me, a fucking monster Lucian, you'll inevitably lose control and kill her," "I'm sorry brother," Lucian lowered his gaze, "I'll find..." He paused mid-sentence picking up a familiar scent. The scent of the Lycan that had haunted t

he inquired, his eagerness evident. A smirk played on her lips as she averted her gaze. "I did miss you," she confessed, a hint of vulnerability coloring her admission. Sensing the moment's gravity, Lucifer shifted his position, settling comfortably on his throne. Lucinda, ever confident, took her place on his lap, their connection unyielding. "So, have you discovered anything new about the humans recently? What are they up to?" Lucifer inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Lucinda's eyes gleamed with hidden knowledge as she responded, her voice filled with intrigue.

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.

He didn’t blink much. Everyone in the class gave him space. Even the professor. “This is Advanced Elemental Control,” the professor said, clearing his throat. “Open your books. We’ll begin with flame casting and restraint.” Lucien sat at the far corner, hands folded on the desk, not moving. Rina leaned in again. “He’s the fourth one. The last Alpha.” I blinked. “He’s a vampire?” She nodded. “And probably hungry. Pray he ate before class.” I tried to laugh, but… I felt it too.

I whispered, a cold smile spreading across my face. My laughter echoed through the shadows, a menacing promise. "Not yet," I cautioned myself. "Patience. The perfect moment will come. And when it does, Lucifer will fall." With calculated precision, I began to weave my next move, setting the stage for a deadly confrontation. Working with Zoe had been a temporary convenience, but our alliance was built on shifting sands. We shared a common goal – taking down Lucifer – but our motivations diverged. Zoe sought power, whereas I craved vengeance.

She is only trying to help. “I need to tell you of Lucifer’s ways, woman to woman,” she cooed. “I would want the same done for me about my mate.” “Lucifer’s ways?” I questioned. “I know he is the God of Destruction and he has,” I gulped, trying not to think of the terrible things he could have possibly done, “done things.” Alana sat back in the seat, her long black nails scratching the fabric. I gritted my teeth, not liking her messing up my new chair.

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

Derrick hated Lucas and he always had. As Lucas arrived at "The groove" which was actually the name of their werewolf community, he couldn't help the anxiety that was squeezing at his chest. Even his wolf was feeling it too and it shifted uncomfortably inside of him. He was the next Alpha of the Lucent pack and his choice of a mate was almost as important as breath.