Constantine Lucifer Novels & Stories

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

Cassandra thought as she took in their every detail. Everything about them was intimidating, from their hair to their toe, especially the one that stood out as the leader. Cassandra recognized him, not him but his big foot. He was the one that had knocked her down back at home and he was the one she had watched the day she arrived. Now, she had the opportunity to see his face fully, although the lights were dim, she saw him anyway. If he was the Eros Castillo everyone had talked about, then she had agreed in her heart that he was indeed Lucifer's reincarnated. He was beautiful in the face and had a sexiness that seemed so loud that it was almost deafening. The grace at which he walked was to

She looks at him and jealously fills me. "Little lamb, be nice. Let her check you and the babies, then leave before you try carving him for bringing a woman here he fucked often." Wait, often? I glance back at him, I thought it was just once. "I set up all the equipment in the room, this way." Lucifer walks out with Emilia, "How have you been, Em? It's nice to see you again." His words flow through the door. "Little lamb, don't," I look up to Belial.

“Yeah, sure.” We leave the decrepit complex to my rental. Thankfully it is right where I left it and in the condition I left it in. “Thanks again,” I say, unlocking the car. “So if you have been like this more than Henry. What do you know about us?” “Not much more than Henry does, unfortunately. He seems sure we’re descendents of these dog people, but I am not so sure. We seem more akin to lycanthropy.” “But isn’t that a curse? I don’t know any gypsies,” I argue.

He stutters. "Oh, this one? He was a bit tough but like I said the good old bribery system still works. What's his name?" Isadora chips. "Lucifer." "Lucifer~" Isadora repeats and the word flows off her tongue with a light flair. She takes a moment to soak up the feeling, "That's a perfect name for such a beautiful stead." Lucifer brays. Carlo frowns in disagreement. Seems like besides Lord Vincent there is another person with tastes just as bad as his in picking names.

“B-But, I-I don’t love Lucifer.. I mean.. I don’t know if I love him too or not, how about Carlo? He told me to wait for him..” “Angela, please don’t get me wrong but I think I ought to tell you this. That Carlo, is in the past now. He already left you, a few years ago. He promised to come back after ten years but he never did. But guess what? A handsome prince suddenly appeared to save you, he loved you, he did everything that Carlo was supposed to do. Carlo is in the past already, okay? We’ll never know when he’ll be coming back. We don’t actually know if he really would come back.” Christine looked at me. “But Lucifer? The man who made you happy, the man who made you forget that you’re lo

For more than a decade, they have managed to live behind the shadows of their deaths to conceal themselves and enjoy the overwhelming power left to them. "Where is he?" Someone dare asked. "No one knows his exact location, sir." "What's the order?" Alejandro anxiously inquired. "Eliminate Iñigo Constantine." The young man answered in his most controlled voice. From its worried state, Alejandro burst into a laugh. Completely stunned by the asinine statement he just heard. Most of the congregation did not share his reaction. Alejandro motioned the man to take one step closer to them.

Chapter 2 Lucy couldn't sleep because of the noise from Phoenix's room. He could hear the noise of their classmate muttering and moaning as they reached the oragasm. He slapped the headset on his ears, facing the mirror to tie his long hair. He winced in pain when he saw his left hand with a wound. "The blade of her tooth." He complained and he bathed his hand with alcohol. The whole day ended with nothing for him. His name is Lucifer Cuenca, but the school owner who is a friend of his father calls him Lucy.

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi

One of the nobles said, looking at Lucian with great admiration At the same moment Lucas intervened “Yes, we are truly indebted to Mr. lucian. He refuses any offers to be a true lord and knight, in order to protect my sister, the princess.” Another noble looked at him, saying contemptuously, looking at Lucian with disdain "Yes, you are right, Prince. It is very difficult to find a werewolf with such loyalty to vampires."