Devilish Lucifer Novels & Stories

Towers of obsidian reached toward a blood-red sky, and between them flowed demons of impossible beauty — their eyes burning like dying suns. Diana gasped, awe spilling from her lips. “Kael… where are we?” “My grandfather’s realm,” I said. “Lucifer’s domain.” She turned, eyes wide. “Lucifer? As in, the Lucifer?” “The same,” I said, smiling faintly. Her hand flew to her chest. “So when you told me you were the Devil’s grandson, you meant it.” “My grandmother — a lycan werewolf — had an affair with Lucifer. She bore my father, Draven. He inherited none of Lucifer’s powers, but I… the grandson inherited enough.”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Sleep came easily, especially surrounded by my guardians. No dreams came to me, just the dark. My mind was fully conscious while I slept. I felt something nudging at my mind trying to find a way in. Soon enough, they found their way in, and Lucifer's presence filled my mind, his consciousness tried to overpower my own. “Let me in Little Goddess,” his voice whispered in my head. “Never,” “Don't you miss me? Don't you miss the way I filled you?” I blocked the images of my rape. He was trying to push into my head. My powers took mine and Lucifer's consciousness to another realm. It was pitch black, I looked down at my hand, my essence glowed gold. I looked back up, there he was towering over me

Lucifer took a long swig of his hellfire whiskey, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous light I knew all too well. "Well, darling," he drawled, "I had a bit of an... altercation with the vampire council over our little situation." I rolled my eyes. "Of course you did. Let me guess, you waltzed into their sanctum, insulted their fashion sense, and threatened to turn them all into crispy critters?" "You wound me, child," he said, clutching his chest in mock offence. "I was the very picture of diplomacy."

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

– Sky says, still barely believing she was alive. - By the great dragon in the sky, she is transporting the enchanted place near Gary. – Lucifron says, terrified by the idea. - No. I don't think so. That vortex will crush everything that passes through it. She must have offended her master. The creature from hell that helped her. That is the work of Lucifer. - Wait. – Lucifron says – Lucifer, the so-called devil of human religion? But how did she end up allying herself with a demon of human religion? It does not make sense. She is a werewolf.

“Give me everything, little moon. Ruin me.” She laughed—low, filthy, triumphant—and rolled her hips in a slow, grinding circle that dragged my swollen knot against her rim from the inside. The sensation was pure torture; pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. The Devil Alpha—three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old firstborn of Lucifer himself—was getting thoroughly, shamelessly fucked by his Luna.

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’m the Devil. I always wear ridiculously expensive immaculate suits and have stupidly perfect hair.” He chuckles again. “Well you’ve narrowed me down quite well. Except you forgot a few things.” I take my seat back at the kitchen island. My aunts haven’t made it downstairs yet but I can hear them moving around. “Like what?” Lucifer leans on the kitchen island with his elbows. “Well, in addition to the ridiculously expensive immaculate suits and stupidly perfect hair...I have the body of Greek god, looking like it’s been carved out of marble, as you say...”

It was her fate. “Why you are so fucking eager to help him? It is not your demeanor. Are you too in love with that human?" Bael demanded with a furious tone, failing against his anger because of Lucifer and Satan. He couldn't understand when did devil start liking humans. That was not only a shame but also disgraceful. “I can predict the outcome better than you can because I have better vision. And the crown is my favorite," Lucifer yelled, his nose flaring. He was a red devil with eyes that were a death valley for infinite souls of sin, as well as a source of terror.