Lifeless Lucy Novels & Stories

Lincoln stepped forward. "Maybe you could exchange that gift of life with a little paperwork? Believe me, with George Berger you will be dead before you know it. Just try to stay alive for as long as possible so we get our monthly pay. We have a deal don't we!" Lucy paused... Her mouth opened to make words. But just like her heart, her world, her soul, and her spirit, her voice was broken. Her knees remained slumped to the floor. Her heart burned with an intense heat as pain, like a stab coursed through her body.

We've got to have ten kids, and live happily ever after. He squeezed her tightly against him, hoping, praying, and wishing for a miracle. It came. Lucy took a deep breath, coughed, and gasped. He leaned back, and watched as her chest started to inflate and deflate. She reached up, rubbing the back of her head. "Ouch!" "Lucy, baby." Her blue eyes opened, and she looked up at him. "Are you mad at me?" "You died. You weren't breathing." "Clarissa and Andrew failed to mention that it was going to hurt like hell. I felt the magic leave my body." She held her palm out, and nothing happened. Lucy smiled. "It's gone."

“Oh, I was. But death couldn’t hold me.” I swallowed, forcing myself to find my voice. “What happened to you?” Her smile faded, replaced by something darker. “You happened to me, Katrina.” My stomach twisted. “What do you mean?” Lucy took a step closer, her movements unnervingly graceful, almost inhuman. “You left me to die. And when I thought it was over, they found me.” Shaun’s jaw tightened. “Who?” Lucy’s eyes burned with fury. “The ones who gave me a second chance. The ones who made me stronger.”

Her initial question that reminded me of my hell bound punishment rings in my ear and I turn to look at her, "No don't wait for me.Ciara would be waiting for you." Ciara is Lucy's younger sister and only family. They lost their parents in a fire and lost everything valuable in their lives. Lucy lost all except her fifteen year old sister,the only reason she claims to live and the poor little teenage girl lost her sense of speech from the trauma of losing her parents. Her extended family tried to claim care of her but Lucy fought back and promised to somehow manage to fend for them both since she's legally an adult and that brings us to her wanting to join The Rebels, us.

It's a cruel fate, and my heart breaks for her. I take a deep breath and stand up, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of the wisps. They've disappeared into the mist, leaving us alone in the eerie silence of the underworld. I close my eyes for a moment and say a silent prayer for Lucy. If Lavinia is correct, then her soul is gone. Does that mean this is the end for her? That there's nowhere for her to go now? No afterlife after the underworld? It's too much to bear. I only just met Lucy, but I can't help but feel partly responsible. If only I had my full powers, maybe I could have saved her.

Its mouth was pried and held open like something out of an old story. You’ll never be free. That ghostly laughter came again. You’ll die just the way they all did. Then… Then what. I looked around. Then, I’ll have my victory. The darkness cleared for a moment. I saw Lucy in a thin white gown, practically transparent over her body. She wore nothing beneath it. Her stomach was round with a child. Her hair was long and straight as she pressed her hands to a pane of glass. A dark figure walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, twining a finger in her hair. It was Tony or maybe Matt, but that wasn’t what bothered me.

asked Lowell, trembling. Lucy looked at Faye. The one whom they were willing to die for just to protect, got hurt. She rushed into her daughter. "Oh, my god. In no time, she will turn into a corpse! Why so soon?" Lucy whispered, feeling panic-stricken. "There's a poison."

She didn't have a problem living as a witch but then she was used to being a powerful she-wolf and she didn't want to lose Kael’s remaining trust in her. “I have to act fast,” she muttered and stood up, her green eyes glittering in mischief. Slowly getting up she grinned and went back to her bed. NEXT DAY Lucy woke up with a yawn, she turned to her side to still see her two roommates asleep. She stared out of the window and saw that it was still dark and she sighed in relief. Standing up she gently went into the bathroom with her uniform and towel, slightly closing the door without shutting so that she wouldn't wake them up.

Lucas corrected. “Good. Now you have formally done the introductions.Shall we begin?” He said dismissively. I rolled my eyes. Weirdo. “Lucy-Anne, please step forward.” Mr Hosea motioned his index finger saying, and she followed instruction into the spot light. “I need Dominance thomas. Anything outside of that is wack.Bullshit. And Lucy-Anne. We talked about this already. The theme is ‘damsel in distress.’” Lucy-Anne had legs that stretched for miles and her long, brown wavy hair accentuated her oval face and brown eyes.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”