Lucian Graymark Novels & Stories

he muttered. I turned around in confusion, wondering who he was talking about, "Who?" He casually tilted his head towards my back, trying not to be noticed, "Lucian Grey,". Right then, I caught a strong whiff of earthy perfume in the air and heard his voice, "Mark Grayson, fancy seeing you here. Didn't think you were still interested in social events." The man said politely, but I could sense the derision in his tone. "Hello Lucian," Mark greeted and sipped his drink, still staring at me with a tired look. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was intentionally ignoring and trying to dismiss this man, and I couldn't help but wonder who he was.

Santiago couldn't stop looking at the beautiful blue eyes of the woman in front of him, who at first glance looked like a woman of class, the only thing he still couldn't understand was what she was doing on the floor with her little daughter. Luciana was very sure that the man was the father of the girl, if she was identified with him, even the mole on the left side was there, that man was very tall, dark-skinned, had beautiful brown eyes, black hair and a beard. days made him look incredibly attractive, Luciana did not know what was happening with her, since since Diego's death she had never paid so much attention to a man.

The thunder outside rolled in slow, ominous intervals—nature mourning what we were about to do. Conrad was curled up on the velvet armrest beside me, one leg tucked under the other, lazily flipping through the last encrypted dossier we'd cracked. Liam was pacing the room, always silently boiling beneath the surface like an unused grenade. Grayson stood at the corner bar, his fingers dancing along the crystal decanter before pouring himself two fingers of whiskey—neat, no theatrics. Lucian, as always, looked like sin tailored in Versace—cool, composed, and cruel. He tossed his phone onto the desk with a thud that made all of us look up.

Lucian raises his head from the book in his hand to look at Marek, only then did Marek see the fury and anguish buried in his eyes, his gray-blue eyes have a flicker of red, the type of red that shows when Lucian shifts into his wolf form. Marek stare open-mouthed at him wondering how come those flickers of reds are still traceable "What are you thinking staring at me in such a way," Lucian asks slightly irritated, his words barely drawing Marek out of the reverie. "Nothing much, your majesty," he said smoothly. "Very well then, you can go," he said.

“The way I conversation ought to truly be the slightest of yer stresses right presently. Friend.” Gray eyes gazed coldly into his claim for long minutes, but he didn’t attempt to get absent. Instep, Lucian’s upper lip lifted on a jeer. “The way I see it, yer life isnae verra terrible at the minute. I think I did ye a favor by letting ye take the blame.”

life beckoned. As I walked back to my apartment, carrying my laundry bag, I passed a newsstand. A glossy business magazine caught my eye. Lucian was on the cover. The headline read: THE BLACKWOOD BLACKOUT: INSIDE THE RAPID DECONSTRUCTION OF A BILLION-DOLLAR LEGACY.

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

Galadriel's eyes turned red, and he unconsciously attacked the alpha, clutching his neck in extreme anger. "You can't do that to me, you can't deprive me of my child, Lucian." Lucien moved his hands very quietly, looking into his eyes with complete blankness "Discover the truth for yourself. I put you on the first path, and I will never change my decision. I do not want to see you next to Grace. I promised her that I would fulfill all her desires, and her desire was never to see you again. She is satisfied with her new life, so do not ruin it for her."

None of the information is anything I would have expected to see in here. "What are you hiding from me, Grayson?" I ask, slightly glad he isn't here to answer that. He must know. He has to. You don't just have articles on Phantom Wolves hanging on your wall as an art form. Grayson wants to know something, and by the giant red question mark drawn crudely across the left wall, he hasn't found it out yet. Unless... I notice something glint underneath the question mark, that I hadn't noticed before. It is only a small photo, but a massive red circle around it draws my eyes closer.