Lucian Book Novels & Stories

The kind Astra might have whispered about in mocking tones, the kind Mara’s messenger had hinted at with dangerous allure. Saraphina swallowed hard. “No,” she whispered to herself. “I am not her puppet.” Yet her fingers closed around the book, heavy and warm as though it pulsed with a heartbeat of its own. She pulled it free, her mind screaming at her to stop, even as her soul trembled with something perilously close to hunger. ⸻ That night, Lucian found her sitting alone in their chamber, the book hidden beneath her cloak. His hair was damp from the cold rain outside, his jaw taut from long hours of strategy. He sank onto the edge of the bed, exhaustion etched across his face.

I brought out my other books, no mathematics. “Looking for something? “ I heard the teasing voice of Lucian next to my ear in a whisper. I turned angry red eyes at him, and he snickered. “Did you take my mathematics textbook?” I queried in a hushed tone. “I thought you saw me burning it to ashes in the morning,” he said, the evil smile still not fading from his face. “My book?” I chuckled. “You burnt my book?” I asked, now in a serious tone. “No class for you, little Omega,” he mocked, furrowing his eyebrows in a silly way.

"Nothing to worry about, they were unfortunate human victims. They will be handed over to the cops. Probably, murdered by someone crazy. They were dumped in our shipyard." "That's so terrible, poor humans." "Evil exists! You know it. Don't ponder on it." He said while tracing my face with his knuckles. Lucian scented my neck deeply and once he calmed down he leaned back to look deep into my eyes which were fluttering open and shut as I struggled to stay awake. His hand gently tucked stray strands of hair before moving down to caress my cheek as he whispered, "I love you." "You should, I'm fabulous," I whispered as I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

For a funny book, I chose a book on types of love language and how to communicate with your partner. By the time Piercy was done, I was sitting by the fire, reading the dark romance book. I felt him hesitate before I looked up. Something was swimming in his eyes before I felt all the desire to run through him. Seeing me in this spot was really triggering a sexual response from him. “Ready?” He asked, sitting down. “I am.” He sat down beside me. Hiding my books, he nodded. “Funny first.” “Okay.” He smiled at me. “One… two… three.” He put his book on my lap and I put his. The book on my lap was about how to organize a party.

"I didn't ask for the time, General. I asked for the data. Stand at the lectern." Lucian’s jaw worked. His teeth ground together with a sound like crushing stone. He looked at the books, then at Phineas’s cold, silver eyes. He didn't move for a long beat, his Alpha pride warring with the bone-deep guilt that had lived in him since Phineas turned white. Then, he moved. Lucian walked to the stone lectern. He stood straight, his shoulders broad, the ceremonial sword at his hip clinking against the base of the stand. He opened the first ledger.

But it had a different scent and there was a stereo where the music came from. There was a book on the bed and it had vicious drawings of creatures that I assumed were vampires on its cover. It piqued my interest and I went for it. "What are you doing here?" I let out a sharp yelp at the voice, dropping the book and spinning around. Max Luciano had just stepped out of the bathroom, in just a towel and all I could do was gulp and try to control the crazy beat of my heart. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here. Excuse me." I said quickly, sprinting to the door but he beat me to it. He kicked it shut and grabbed my arm, turning me to face him and slamming my back into the door.

The Book of Shadows and… “Refrain from touching things, little wolf. We wouldn't want to add you getting hexed to finding your sister,” Lucian's voice invaded my mind, and despite the questionable snicker that echoed somewhere in my head, my angry-filled gaze snapped at him and I withdrew the hand I hadn't realized was about to touch the book. Despite Lucian's warning, I couldn't take my eyes off the book. It was like it wanted me to touch it but that sounded like a bad idea like Lucian had said. I took a step away from the table just when a fire erupted from where Triss was standing.

"You don't mind if I read in here for a bit, do you?" I finally glanced over my shoulder. Lucian had walked over to the large leather sofa in the corner of the study. He picked up a thick hardcover book from the side table, switched on the warm amber reading lamp, and sat down. He crossed his long legs, opening the book, making himself completely comfortable. He was silently standing guard.

When dinner was over, I walked Noah to his room, then returned to my own room. Even though it was right next to Noah's room, it didn't make my steps any lighter. When I entered the room, I could see Lucian already lying on the bed, a book in his hand, his beautiful eyes framed by glasses that made him look even more charming. "Why are you just standing there?" Lucian asked without looking up from his book. I sighed softly as I closed the door and walked over to the desk next to the bed.

POV: Lucian The moon-library sits beneath the citadel, carved into living rock. Lucian discovered it three days ago while exploring passages his mother doesn't know he's found. Torches burn in iron sconces, casting dancing shadows across rows of ancient scrolls and crumbling books. Lucian runs his fingers along the spines, reading titles in languages he barely understands. Some are wolf-tongue, the old dialect. Others look even older, symbols that hurt to look at too long.