Diluc Personality Novels & Stories

His sapphire eyes were dark with desire, yellow seeping in from the edges, so I knew his wolf was there. I’m sure there’s black in my eyes as Cardinal is trying to push for complete control in my head. And a random thought popped in my head, and then out of left field question fell from my lips. “What’s your wolf’s name? I can see his eye color seeping into yours.” André‘s lips curled as his head cocked slightly, his eyes going full yellow. “Duilio. I go by Duilio. Now less talking and more fucking please.” Duilio’s voice was darker, holding a more dangerous edge than André‘s. I didn’t get to greet him as André‘s lips were on mine again.

Lucious felt his doubts and fears melt away, replaced by a sense of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Afterwards, as they lay there in each other's arms, the gladiatrix spoke. "You're different from the others," she said. "I can tell." Lucious tensed, wondering if she had somehow discovered his true identity. "What do you mean?" he asked. She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "You're not just in it for the glory, for the thrill of the fight. You care about these people, about their freedom." Lucious felt a lump form in his throat. He knew she was right, that he had grown to care for these men and women, to see them as more than just rebels and outlaws.

Andrew chuckled before glancing at Lucian, “hats off to you, El Diablo, you never ceases to amaze me with your efficiency in your work. You live up to your reputation.” “I believe you have what is mine now,” Lucian said, fighting hard not to glance at Ava. He may have developed a soft spot for her and may let himself appear weak in her presence but he was never going to let anyone in on how he feels about her. He is a lone man and it is of his interest and the safety of Ava that everybody still thinks so.

“Choose the next thing you say carefully, Dante.” ”It’s not an insult.” Dante spread his hands briefly, then settled back on the arms of the chair. “I’m only—curious. You have a wingman more brutal than yourself. He’s completely without mercy once he decides something needs to end.” His amber eyes held steady. “So why haven’t you unleashed your dragon, De Rossi?” Lucian already knew who he meant. He glanced briefly at him then turned his gaze back to the window. ”Where’s your brother?”

They quickly converged and got straight into business. "So, what's the plan?" Lucien said, his deep voice resonating throughout the whole room. Amongst the triplets, he was the most withdrawn and didn't talk too much, you only knew the things he said through his actions. He was a very fierce warrior and had a very big advantage over his opponents because of the way he was made. Lucien was made like a bull. He was very huge and everyone turned to look at him twice anywhere he went. He took care of most jobs that required an enemy to be subdued and conquered.

My words weren’t a question—they were a pointed accusation. Maximus’ friends all had very different personalities. Dante was serious and focused. Ivan had a dangerous edge but could be surprisingly funny. Lucas was the softest of them all—the easiest to approach if you ever needed something. He was funny too, and women found him very likable. That’s why so many ladies always seemed to be drawn to him.

"That fucker is dead. Gone. Out of your lives. Stop saying he 'made' you. You're not a toy for someone to mold and turn into what they want. You're a person. An alpha. And a goddamn strong one. You've achieved things he was too cowardly to even attempt. Live, Darius. Don't let the ghost of him stop you from living your life. You've done enough already. Now live for you." It was incredibly rare to hear Lucian speak more than ten words in a sentence. And even rarer for my eyes to burn and my throat to tighten. It was rare for me to show emotions. He had taught me that emotions only made us weak and vulnerable. So I had tucked those aside and become a heartless killing machine. But on days like

With a nod of gratitude, he turned his attention back to Deucalion, who was seething with fury. "You cannot defeat me, Lucius," Deucalion growled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I am a Lycan, your little pack and this realm will bow before me." Lucius responded with calm determination. "You may have power, Deucalion, but true leadership is not about dominance and fear. It's about protecting those you care for and fostering unity." The duel resumed, and the clash of forces intensified. But Lucius's words had struck a nerve in Deucalion, sowing doubt in his heart. As they battled, Deucalion's attacks became more erratic, his movements less focused.

“Direct. I like that. Too many men dance around their words. But direct can also cut. You sure you’re ready for that?” “I don’t cut unless I mean to,” I said. Sofia shifted, trying to ease the tension. “The De Luca family has always been about loyalty, Mr. Delphini. That’s why people trust Marco. He doesn’t bend, and he doesn’t break.” He studied her, then me. “She speaks for you often, I see.” “She speaks when she wants,” I said flat. “But I speak for myself.” The car grew quiet for a moment. His eyes stayed on me, then slowly moved back to the city.

Alpha Max added. “Alpha Darius, you have invited us all and I appreciate it but Lucian is getting old and we don’t have any solid information on him. He is just a rogue and that’s what rogues do. They attack and create problems for us. It’s not necessary for us to invest all our forces just for an old barbarian who will die in a few years,” Alpha Jesper said. I just wanted to smash his head. Celeste cleared her throat, she had been quiet since the meeting started.