Cat Lucifer Novels & Stories

Lucifer smirked "NO..." He declared and her face fell. "You always disobey me why should I help you..." Serenity tiptoed and kissed his cheek thinking buttering him will work. "Please..." Lucifer scoffed. "This puppy eyes won't work. I know you are a little monster. Get your ass back in the mansion..." "Ahhh... No..." She whined. "I won't wonder in the forest without your permission..." He raised his eyebrows. "Not only in forest... Anywhere!..."

I whisper, trying to force myself to think as if I know nothing about werewolves. Other-Amber nods along with my words, and her body even slightly relaxes. She looks towards the big silent male driving us to the packhouse and attempts to give him a small smile. "What's your name," she asks, and I smile at the question. It seems to be how Other-Amber breaks the ice with everyone, not just me. "My name is Lucifer. I am a werewolf, and I am your mate. I promise you I will never harm you. Harming you would be like harming myself," Lucifer spills, and my eyebrows lift due to the overload of information he just threw at her.

The night he transformed after being kidnapped with his father and his sister, Amber. When Lucifer first told me about Lightning’s transformation and how he saw that same red glow in his eyes, I couldn’t believe it. I went into his room to confirm for myself. Under the moonlight, as he cooed softly, his eyes opened, revealing crimson red. Fear consumed me. Lightning had Lucifer’s curse. He was barely a year old when he began to show the curse and its abilities. Lucifer and I swore to protect him from it—and from himself, but we never succeeded.

Latent Hilda, Latilda and Hilda de Lat, to name a few. My gaze slid towards the single window in the room. Lights from the watchtowers lining the rear ramparts flashed around, casting the forest surrounding the pack-house in a dark, gloomy shadow-- although I could still see it as clear as day. Courtesy of my wolf's night vision. I was Latent, but not without the better powers and baser urges of a werewolf. At that moment a blade of light sliced in through the tiny window, and fell on a spot in the middle of the cramped room. It looked inviting. Tired of ransacking my closet for clothes I won't find, I went over and sat on it.

The rest of the spectators cheered him and carried him up and chanted his nickname. "Lucifer! The hell dog!" They kept chanting. I pulled away from the window and sighed. I hoped and prayed he would forget me tonight. I hoped his victory would occupy the thoughts of his mind, but I was wrong. A few minutes later, the very image of my thought strolled casually into my room. "Turn around," Lucifer commanded me in his alpha male voice and without much resistance, I obeyed, heading to the bed, my face away from his. Lucifer Saunron is the alpha male of the Lycans and the owner of me.

She asked. Lucifer shot her a glare, a deep dark evil glare that told her to shut up, but she just rolled her eyes. “You're being ridiculous, you know that, don’t you Lu.” “NO, I’M NOT!” Lucifer yelled. “SHE’S A FUCKING SUCCUBUS NOT A WEREWOLF SO SHE SHOULD ACT LIKE ONE!!” “Lu if she just wants to sleep with her husband, then that’s her problem.” “I don’t want my daughter to slowly die of starvation because she didn’t get enough energy from that damn wolf.”

“I just wanted a little family reunion. Where is that rascal called Kael anyway.” We stood there, frozen, watching him disappear inside like he owned the entire place. “Who… who is that man?” My voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper. Mrs. Halloway closed her eyes for half a second, like she was bracing herself. When she opened them, they were sad. Resigned. “Lucien is Kael’s brother,” she said quietly. “Another Lycan. And twice as dangerous.” Brother. The word hit me harder than his stare had.

Then gave her a slow, sarcastic round of applause. “Well, well, well…” I began, a jagged laugh slipping from my lips, the kind that flirts dangerously close to madness. Layla had always been insufferable… but never wrong. “I have a genius for a wolf.” “You are pathetic,” she hummed, her tone shifting, wounded amusement curdling into something darker. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t depart from your spirit and seek solace in the Moon Goddess." I exhaled quietly, my head dropping forward. Messy strands of hair fell across my face, veiling the flicker of terror in my eyes. The shadows in the room seemed to lean closer.

He was the perfect puppet - he had the looks of a good candidate, and if he could woo people the way he conned women into his bed, it’d be easy enough to ensure whoever the puppet master was called all the shots. “I’m sure it’s someone from the family line,” I insisted. Cato leaned in closer, giving me a toothy grin. “Then why the hell have I been seein’ so many lycans in the past couple days?” He was whisked away, back into the thrum of customers, before I could answer. Another pink drink slid down the bar, stopping in front of me. It was a trick Cato was proud of, and one I didn’t mind until I had to close up my tab - one that had been steadily growing over the past years.

he said flatly. Eshnu spread his arms. “Straight to business. I like that.” “You have one minute.” Lucien sounded bored. One of Eshnu’s guards shifted nervously. Even among nobles, Lucien’s reputation was infamous. Lucien, the illegitimate son of the Alpha King. He was cast aside and forgotten. Eshnu tilted his head. “Your dear brother found his mate.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change. “That’s hardly surprising.” “Oh, but the female is...” Eshnu stepped closer. “She’s from the Wolfless Zone.”