Lucia Demon Novels & Stories

Halfway up, the sound of metal scraping echoed from above. Dante froze, pulling me against him. Lucia appeared at the top of the stairs, framed in the red emergency lights like a specter. Her black hair clung to her face, her eyes wild, her smile sharp and broken. She held two guns now, one in each hand. Her voice was quiet, almost gentle. “You took everything from me, Dante. Now I will take everything from you.” Before either of us could react, she lifted her gun. But she didn’t aim at Dante.

“Luciana was summoning an actual demon.” “Yes. I think she was.” “How do we fight that?” His breath was hot on my neck. “I don’t know.” That was what I’d thought. I wasn’t sure how to kill one either, but I was Christian enough to know it wouldn’t be easy. “Don’t worry. We’ll find a way,” Dastien said. “Maybe Claudia knows something.” From what I knew about Claudia, it seemed like a long shot, but what could be the harm in asking?

“Lights up. Audience seated. Let the Demon Games begin.” ‎My jaw dropped, only one thought running rampant in my mind. ‎“Daniel, Victoria get ready for my revenge." ‎ ‎

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silhouetted against the moonlight. "It's time I tell you a story," he said quietly. "A story of the beginning. Long ago, we were more than just step siblings- we were lovers, bound by a connection that terrified the heavens. But the laws of our kind are cruel, alongside our creator. When our father saw the way we looked at each other, he intervened. He forced you to marry Harrow, a tyrant. The ruler of the Lycans and a sorcerer so powerful he could bend the stars." Despite how bizarre and surreal his words sounded. A cold shiver ran down my spine at the name. Harrow.

The creatures she had sworn to hunt and kill, the Lycanthropes. Lucian earned the name, the Demon Wolf from the people in the neighbouring villages. A name that had long haunted him. A name and past he tried to forget. "Do not lecture me about morality brother, we both know you have a few skeletons in your closet as well," Lucifer smirked crossing his arm over his chest, "It's like a hitman judging a Killer," "I wasn't in control," Lucian muttered as though trying to convince himself, "But you were, you weren't on some baseless rampage like I was,"

"When he saw the girl dancing, 'What was my life for when the girl I love will repeatedly die?' he asked himself." "But I thought they were angels. Why the hell would they die?" Ellaine asked, confused. "They were just an angel. Lucifer will always be Lucifer. A very powerful demon." My brows crossed. I wasn't into religious or spiritual things but something about the story was making me curious. "But God is more powerful than him, right?" Claire said. Sister Clarity smiled. "Right," she simply answered. "What happened to him when the girl died?" Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next.

Everybody. Anger licked at the borders of my control as my chest constricted. "You want me to set you and the people who attempted to overthrow me free." The same individuals that spilled blood among my group. With narrowed eyes, he spat, "And you're asking me to save your Luna." "If you're intelligent, you'll see that we're the only ones who can get you close enough to accomplish it." Lucien, Ronan, and Kieran were brothers once. In my dungeon, spirits are now chained.

"Mendez keep her locked up somewhere until we've tracked and traced the Demon. Make sure that Douglas doesn't see or hear of her. I wouldn't be able to guarantee her surviving this if he does. Let's track it down." "I told it to never step into Brighton again and return to where it came from," Mendez said quietly, Laura regarded him, it was good enough, why then did he look so sober? What's the problem? She asked into his head. The demon was her ex. He responded. Laura snarled, sprinting to a short distance to keep herself from smacking Nicole. In a few minutes, guards Mendez mind-linked arrived and hefted Nicole away. "What's happening?" Andrew asked.

Rykor's POV Silently, I followed Nikita inside, my senses attuned to every nuance of her movements. The sunlight streamed through the mansion's tall windows, casting elongated shadows that seemed to wrap around her like spectres. Her gait was strong, a front for those who needed to believe in her invincibility. But as I watched her closely, I saw the seams of her façade fraying. When she reached the grand hall, she was no longer the Luna of Death but a tortured soul, weighted by burdens unseen. My heart ached for her, the contradiction of her existence. Outside, she was a monster—a killer. Inside, she was a scared little girl haunted by her curse.

With a strong mindset and clarity like hers, no greed or malice could taint her heart. The research, secret missions, and underground treatment facilities we built from the income of 'I, Luna' were a testament to her goodness. So there had to be a reason why she poisoned the pregnant she-Lycans. I wasn’t certain about the effects of the D15’s antidote. But I had the nagging feeling the connection lay between the vampires and floating bodies.