Harry Potter Son Of Lucifer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Either my son’s wolf will show up early and stake his claim over the title, or we will have ourselves a new alpha." His son? This man was their father. There were no words to describe the disgust that I felt brewing in my stomach. Finally, I had found someone who was more vicious than my father. My father might even pass as a saint in front of this guy. That was it. I had heard enough, seen enough, and discovered enough. My earlier curiosity to know more about Lucifer was all gone now. All I wanted was to return to that hotel room. But I had forgotten that I was at the mercy of the voice in my head. One that had its plans.

This soul is different, this son of his is different from the others. "Yes, you are very similar to him. Because he is your uncle in heaven." This soul does not have green eyes like his father, moreover this soul does not resemble his mother. The soul that stands before Lucifer, he has stolen the goodness of heaven. This soul reminded Lucifer of the place he once called home. "And who are you?" asked the man without any fear. "I am Lucifer. To be more precise, I am your father." Lucifer comes closer to him, and all evil plans are swirling in his brilliant brain.

“Y-Your Highness…” “Lucifer is my one and only son. Rico, his father, and I already thought that we are not going to have a child because that’s what the doctors always say. And that almost broke our relationship and marriage, not being able to give the prince a child is a shame to the royal family. I was ready to let Rico go then, I was ready to leave him so he could find a woman who can give him what he needs even if that would hurt me.” I noticed a sparkle in her eyes, one that gives a hint that she’s about to cry. “Then Lucifer came, he came as if the God has heard our prayers every night. He came and saved us, he saved our marriage and he saved the whole royal family.” She smiled. I was

"There is no child for you, Lucien. Only a doctor. Now, sign the consent forms so I can go to work." "I saw a boy in the lobby," Lucien whispered, his voice cracking. "A boy with my eyes. He was with a nanny. He called for his mother, and he looked... Elowen, tell me the truth. Is he mine?" I leaned in, my face inches from his, so close I could smell the scotch on his breath and the fear in his pores. I felt the surge of power I had waited five years to taste. "He’s mine, Lucien. He’s the son of a genius doctor and a woman you thought was trash."

The stories Sophie had told me, ones I’d dismissed, slammed into place. “And the hunter everyone thought was her father, the one she dated before she was taken” Harris went on, voice low, “I had my doubts about him from the start. Lucian paraded his name like some grand original bloodline. But me? I always reckoned the wolf was her true father.” Harris’ mouth twisted. “Lucian sent us to murder his own daughter. Sick bastard. He wanted the child, Sophie, for her bloodline. He wanted control. Always has. Man’s a monster.”

Lucian's voice was filled with forced joy. I didn't just freeze at his words. I might as well have died right on the spot and woken up in hell. Father? As in Lucian's biological father. My brain completely short-circuited. The room started spinning in a whole new direction. Axel wasn't just the Lycan King. He was my ex-mate's actual father. “I…” Lucian stopped mid-sentence when his gaze finally met mine. His fake smile crumbled into a deeply confused frown. He stared at my face like he was seeing a ghost.

She paused. "And that the Silencing would not simply negate power. It would rewrite the rules it negated." She met my eyes. "Your son doesn't just cancel supernatural frequency. He absorbs it. Processes it. Transforms it into something new." She looked toward the door, toward the direction of James's facility. "We don't yet know into what." The room was very quiet. "He's still a child," Lucian said. "Yes," the eldest said. "The prophecy notes that too.”

"My dear daughter, this new boyfriend of yours doesn't seem very smart. What's he trying to pull here?" Joyce's brows furrowed, clearly displeased. "Are you an idiot, Henry? Lucius was just joking with you, so why did you have to be so rude with him? Don't you have a sense of humor?" I replied calmly, "Wasn't he the one who told you to call him daddy first? Since he wants to be a father, why can't I want the same? Also…" As I spoke, I raised my hand and smacked Lucius's head, hard. "Hands off your daughter, you old lecher! How could you touch her like that? You're a father, you know?!"

Harry chuckled upon hearing the question, then grinned, "Care about her? No, not even close. She's not my daughter. Why should I care about a woman who has no connection to me whatsoever?" Lucas furrowed his brow in confusion, his grip on his emotions tightening. "Wait, if she's not your daughter, then whose daughter is she?" Harry's lips curled into a sly smile, enjoying the intrigue he was creating. "She's the daughter of the vessel's original owner, the one whose body I now inhabit." Lucas's eyes widened in realization, the implications of Harry's words sinking in. "You mean Karina is the daughter of the person whose body you took over?"

how his lips carved out my name in a way that made my legs tremble at those words. “How am I to see it Atlas? Because from where I am standing you knew who I was, you fucked me knowing who I was, and now you are proposing a deal and I have no idea who you are,” I snarled, the more the words came out of my lips the more I tilted towards refusal. “You know things about me, you know about my sick family, you know I am the illegitimate son of an asshole dad and you know what it looks like when I am butt naked, from where I am standing, I might as well just hand you over my social security number,”