Alastor X Lucifer Wattpad Novels & Stories

“It only happens that Lucia has her special ability. If not for her, you’re a lump of dead meat by now.” “If you say so. Believe in what makes you comfortable, and keep on fooling yourself.” He muttered before turning his back. “I want to go home. I’ll check on Asher.” I speak. “Not now Luna.” “You can’t stop me.” I stand up from the bed and walk closer to him. “I’m a vaewolf Lucien, you can’t stop me. No one can.” I whispered. But instead of him shutting me up. He smiled sweetly, I’ve never seen those smiles before. He walks closer to me.

“After everything that happened, how can I be sure?” Lucifer’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. “Because I say so,” he growled, his hands gripping Allistair’s wrists and pinning them above his head. “Because you are mine, and I will never let you go again.” He claimed Allistair’s mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue delving deep as if to reclaim every forgotten memory. Allistair struggled against his hold, but Lucifer’s grip was unyielding, his body pressing down on him with a weight that was both comforting and terrifying.

Albert elaborated, and I stopped in my tracks. I sniffed, and Aster, my wolf, grumbled under his breath. “The perfect timing for your return, huh?” I taunted him, but my concentration was on that rotten smell. “They are right, Sylvester. If you ask me, it seems that they are using humans to convert them into a werewolf first, and then they convert them into a vampire somehow,” Aster speculated, but it was enough to sink my heart in the deep pit of my belly. I looked at Lucifer and Albert, and by the look on their faces, it was clear that they also had the same thoughts.

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

My wolf and I felt no warmth from him as he circled his talons around my wrist, pulling me so hard away from Trenton, my arm broke. “Brother?” Trenton raised a question with confusion dancing behind his eyes. “She is mine," Alastor thundered. His voice was so heavy, it rumbled against my eardrum. “She is my mate," Trenton corrected. “No little brother, she is my mate," Alastor shoved me away as he rolled his dress shirt to his elbows and crouched, ready to fight.

Her impatient hands reached for his soft hair, running her sleek fingers along his hair as she deepened the kiss, entangling their tongues in a slow and sensual dance. His blue orbs commuted into red and vicious orbs, and her silvery grey eyes glowed like the moon. Drowning in the heat of the moment, darkness suddenly overwhelmed her as her glowing eyes dimmed as they slowly turned scarlet and brutish. She was gradually succumbing into viciousness. 'No, Riri! You must fight it! Don't let the darkness overwhelm you!' Liam thought with agitation barreling up his spine. Once he succeeded in making her evil, there would be no one left to stop the destruction of the world. And Lucifer would final

ALTHEA. “I hope I’m wrong with my intuition because there’s no way I would let my child be with Alastor.” I let out a sigh as I leaned back on the small couch inside the cabin. We moved from the outside, and we’d been discussing this topic for the last ten minutes. We just kept going around in circles, as we had no answers to any of our questions. “I’m sure there’s another reason and not that one. Besides, Lucy was a half-wolf, too, so she got mated to a wolf. Alastor is a pure demon, so there’s no way…”

“I can ease his pain—buy him some time—but I can’t stop what’s already spreading through his blood. This isn’t ordinary. This is… supernatural.” She looked down at Dante again, pity shadowing her face. “Whoever this Alpha is—she’s powerful. The last Alpha with this kind of energy was executed generations ago for being too dangerous. After her death, no one ever possessed such strength again. I wonder where this one came from.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “But now… it’s returned.” Luke’s knees nearly gave out beneath him. “So what are we supposed to do?” The healer looked at him with sorrowful eyes. “Pray for his soul,” the healer whispered, her voice trembling. “Because your friend… is alre

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

First, he was almost killed by werewolves and now a deadly creature was right in front of him. "Lucifer Celeste..." Alatar didn't know he didn't notice this earlier. Why he didn't recognize the brutal way he killed those werewolves and why he didn't pay more attention to his red eyes. Lucifer smiled softly before standing to his full height. His muscles bulged out as his veins protruded out. "I spared your life, and in return, you've to do something...for me, Alatar...." **** PRESENT "You've to do something...for me, Alatar...."