Books About Lucifer Novels & Stories

“You’d protect a child born to house monsters—more than you ever protected me?” “I would die for him,” Lucian said simply. “But you—I don’t even recognize anymore.” That broke something in Luca. He screamed—and unleashed a blast of corrupted flame, black and red, so large it consumed the clearing. Lucian stood his ground. He lifted both hands, palms open—and the flames curved around him, like they feared him, like they refused to touch him. Then, with a guttural roar, Lucian lifted into the air. Wings spread. Fangs gleaming. And his body shone with divine fire.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

she says landing a kiss on my lips, the one thing I always craved, only this time, it's a goodbye kiss. "Bye Nova" I say as the angel took hold of my hand and everything went dark, I forgot everything that ever happened, I forgot Nova, and Lucifer, but deep down inside my heart, she still held a special place. The END. Catch Andy's story in my volume two of this series, his book is called "SOLD".

She rolled her eyes at me as she opened the door, “Well no one would believe you even if you came out to say that, bitter lilith.” To think we used to be close when we were younger was something that felt unreal whenever I thought about it. And right now, we were just the Belluci women who got compared each day, side by side by everyone. While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known

“I may have a little crush on Lucifer.” There’d been a time when I’d thought hiding the fact that I was a sorceres from my boyfriends was hard and unfair. Now I knew that there was a whole supernatural world out there with ancient wars, alliances, and allegiances and none of them as straightforward as my aunt or any of the covens liked to pretend. But Lucifer was a thing too…? “Lucifer is a fabulous Fallen angel.” Siobhanny twirled, licking her mouth. Her honeysuckle scent wafted over me. “He’s a vampire, and the type of enemy who’d look simply hot smothered in chocolate sauce or chains.”

At night, when I sleep, the visions come. Butchered bodies scattered beyond recognition. Cities in flames, leveled to rubble. People slaughtering one another in desperate attempts to survive. Demons and twisted monsters roaming freely, hunting down gods and humans alike, offering them up as tribute to their new dark overlord. It delights in my suffering. I wake screaming more nights than not. At first, Lucifer wasn’t concerned. “The child is just testing you. Once it sees your distress, it will stop. It holds love for its parents, even if for no one else.”

Xavier stated. "Yes. How else could they gather rogues, clanless vampires, an ice dragon and warlocks, and such? Next thing we know they will wake up the death angel." Lucifer deduced. Then he stiffened. They all realized one significant thing. That he may be right. From the screen, Alexander saw his demon friend stood up. Fuck! This couldn't be right. They saw Lucifer open a thick silver bound book. The monitor has focused on him again. He was reading the demon history book.

Then it was gone, leaving him breathless and shaken. "Open it, read it, my son," the voice behind him commanded him. He opened the book, its pages whispering like the rustle of wings. The script glowed faintly, the words arranging themselves into a story that unfolded in his mind. Lucian was taken aback by everything written on; he was not merely a human as he had known, but the son of Lucifer, born in the infernal realms. His powers had been vast and were feared many years ago because he was second in command in hell, but his heart had been his undoing.

I am part of the market research team, and that requires me to be on the streets instead of in-office, but with my team being useless, I do most of the work because if the team doesn't deliver results, I am stuck with the elephant that will likely cost me, my job. Lucifer's tech is the best engineering company there is. Their smartphones are ten times better than Android and iPhones. Longer battery life and a network that won't drop you in your time of need but the worst part about them are that they freaking expensive. Like wireless earphones and smartwatches, they most likely to cost half my paycheck.

Then, unexpectedly, by the black cat that was Lucifer’s artificial form-- The Strongest Demon King, another figure appeared and interrupted his time in observing Felen. “Yo, Lucifer, my dear brother,” said the man with blood-red hair. The black cat’s ears twitched when he heard the annoying voice of the demon who was his best friend, Satan— The Avatar of Wrath. Lucifer’s cat aura grew darker and gloomy. He disliked Satan, who he did not expect to appear. “You seem to enjoy your game, eh?” He ignored Satan’s statement as if the demon’s presence didn’t exist.