Chrollo Lucilfer Book Novels & Stories

But as I watch Alastaire idly strumming his electric guitar, and Felix standing darkly in front of his mic looking every bit the beautiful, wicked rocker I worshipped on YouTube and Tumblr, I feel a lump rising in my throat. All my dreams. All my nightmares. Felix spots me staring through the glass. Come here, he mouths. So I swallow down my nerves and walk into the recording room. “We’re at the third chorus in Lillith,” he says, his hazel eyes flickering as his lip curls in a slight smile. “You can join from here.” He gestures to my acoustic guitar, in its normal spot between Ben’s drums and Lyall’s keyboard. No mention of what happened last night in the bathroom. Although that’s hardly sur

Truth weighed down on Draven's shoulder, anxiously turning the pages until his eyes caught familiar lines written in italics. Breathing become difficult for him, his hands trembled as book slipped from his hands. His eyes wide opened as he shook his head. "No! No! No ! No! No! No! No!" Lucifer's jaw tensed, his two long strides took him where Draven dropped the book, the book exactly opened on the page where Draven was reading and Lucifer's brows knitted together. "I don't understand." He muttered and Draven swallowed hard. Lucifer's eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled as he read the lines written elegantly in italics.

he purred, pulling out and flipping me onto my back. My wolf was salivating in my mind. I rolled off the sofa and onto the soft rug on the floor. My claws would do less damage down here, and I knew I would see them again soon. Lucian lunged after me and we struggled for a moment in foreplay. My wolf took over, and I shifted, Lucian followed suit. We tussled, each seeking to subdue the other, but it was a draw. My wolf wanted to run out, she wanted to play chase. So, I bolted from under him. But Lucian had me pinned to the wall before I made it. My chest was crushed against the wall. He held my claws immobile on either side of me. I struggled, still wanting to get out, but Lucian brought his

I ask them when I cross over to where they were hovering a map. Before they could say anything, Rowena walked in. “What's the urgency?” She asked, pulling the chair to sit down. Lucian explained that he found a book containing information about the mystery pack that existed before the Bluemoon was created. The only problem is that the book needs Luna’s blood to be opened, and that's why they call my mate here. Once the guys push the book toward her, she wastes no time cutting her finger and drops a drop of blood on the book, which lights up, and the lock on it breaks. She flipped the first page and started to read.

“Why don’t we give them a look? Just to see. No one has to know.” “Oh, I don’t think he’d like that. But . . . come to think of it . . . ” Her eyes suddenly lit up. “That’s actually a good reason to, isn’t it? Especially now, while he’s busy. Oh, maybe just a peek.” Mr. Pervis’s library was just down the hall. It was considerably smaller than Salem’s, so it didn’t take us long to find the ritual books. “There’s so many,” Loretta said, pulling a few off the shelf and flipping through them. “But they’re all so bloody confusing. Doesn’t he have any for apprentices?” She climbed a ladder to rummage through the higher shelves.

Uriel “Here,” Luci put it in his palm with one hand, and cupped his other to hide the pearl. Light shone between the crevices of his fingers so brightly it almost blinded me. Smirking, he lifted his hand to reveal the pearl now entangled with a dark, delicate chain. It wove in so many directions you couldn’t understand the pattern, just that it was used as one piece.

he cut him off and Jace paused for a few seconds before answering. “Our library. My grandfather kept books of ancient stories about every supernatural being so I just grabbed a random one about the witches and gave it to her.” Jace replied. “There is nothing on the cover. I need to know who wrote this book or what the hell it is about. It's not in English, nor is it in a language a person can understand.” Lucino said. “Yes. Only Aurora or a witch can understand it. Is something wrong with her?” Jace asked. “I think I made a mistake by letting her know things about herself and it all started with this book,” Lucino answered.

The chains snapped. Elena dove for the book’s spine, fingers prying at the binding. “The counter-contract! Dad’s erasure—it’s in the glue!” She dug, nails splitting, blood mixing with the book’s. The spine cracked, revealing a single red thread, pulsing like a vein. Marco’s voice was a whisper. “Cut it. But it’ll take one of us. The storyteller has to stay.” The book lunged, pages flapping into wings, the cover a maw. It swallowed Jenkins whole, his scream cut off as the pages closed. Lila’s flare gun fired, the light consumed. The book grew, towering, a cathedral of blood and memory.

Author Pov Lucifer blinked his eyes as he roughly removed the blanket from his body feeling extremely hot. He felt like something was burning against his chest. His face scrunched up in annoyance and discomfort. He opened his eyes and roughly clicked the button on his side table. The curtains of the room got unfolded letting the bright rays of sunlight attack the room. He looked down at his chest and frowned finding his beautiful doll curled up against his chest. He instantly touched her forehead and closed his eyes sighing heavily. She was having a high fever.

With that, Richard relaxed into unconsciousness again. Dean watched Rolo pour over the tome again. He was still obsessed with the Lich’s work in an unhealthy way, and it concerned him so much he had reported it to the Elder Mages. Once they left these lands and returned home, the Elders would take Rolo into hand and help him through this obsession. This was a risk when you messed with writings by creatures like this. There were often curses on books like that, and they acted on the first person who touched them or opened them. It must have been set off before they tried to cleanse the book of those types of curses.