Lucian Graymark Novels & Stories

"I don't think I’ve ever felt this much peace," I murmured, watching the venom drip from Isabella’s expression while Alpha Lucian Graves stood there like a stone statue. I wasn't just calm; I was liberated. They were no longer the shadows lurking in my peripheral vision—they were ghosts. Lucian’s eyes, usually so cold and calculated, were fixed on the mark Rowan had left on my neck, his jaw tightening until the bone nearly snapped. I didn't give a damn about his pride. "What is it, Lucian? The War Room is empty today?"

“Forgive these harsh accommodations,” the man said, running his hand along the thick metal chain that held me to the wall. “We’d be more than happy to let you go,” he said, “if only you would answer a few questions.” I looked back, unsure what to say. “I will begin. My name is Kyle. I am Deputy Leader of the Blacktide Coven,” he paused. “Your turn.” “I don’t know what you want from me,” I answered.

Lucian replied, nodding his head. “He's out of his mind.” Damon stated and sneered. "Well, that depends on how capable he is; if he thinks working with Erick would give him a chance, then he better think again, because it isn't happening.” Lucian responded firmly. Lucian then turns towards Gray and asks what Deva had that could be used to deal with him before giving the final blow to end it all; since he wants war, he'll definitely get it. Gray responded by saying that he has a casino, a nightclub, and a business warehouse where he keeps most of his drugs worth millions of dollars and other stuff.

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.

The clarity of his thoughts grounded him, and for the first time in days, he found a sliver of peace. Lucian’s voice cut through the silence. "From today, I’m officially taking over at Astra Group," he said, standing tall. His eyes locked with Gray's, a new fire burning in them. "I won’t abandon Eloise. No matter what Ainsley throws at me, I won’t back down. And I’ll protect the Blood Moon Pack. This is my fight now." Gray, eyes widening slightly at Lucian’s resolve, opened his mouth as if to speak but found no words. Lucian’s expression was firm, unwavering, and Gray couldn’t push through that wall of conviction. Finally, he just closed his mouth again.

But there was one gaze that lingered longer than the others, and each time she dared to glance up, she found Lucian watching her. Lucian was unlike any wolf she’d ever met. He had the kind of presence that commanded attention without ever needing to raise his voice. His dark hair fell in loose waves around his face, his jawline sharp and strong, and his eyes—a deep, stormy gray—held a quiet intensity that seemed to see right through her. There was a sense of restrained power about him, as though he could unleash a force as wild as her own Lynx if provoked. And yet, his gaze was not hostile. It was curious, as though he was studying her, searching for something hidden beneath the surface.

Marcus asked his younger brother. “What? Lucian did not tell me about this. Are you sure?” Mark asked Marcus who hummed at him. “Lucian must be planning something against you. Mark, let’s find him. Why did he take a soul out of sudden from there?” Marcus raised a suspicion. “Maybe he has some work. But he is not asking me because our equations do not match,” asserted Mark and turned to look at Marcus. They both were standing on the roof of 360 degrees. Mark had decided to be around Lily all the time.

I gasped, “do not kill me. Do not take me to my execution. I am not ready.” “I am not killing you,” Marek said firmly. “You are safe.” “No one who says that ever means it,” I whispered. “They always say you are safe right before something horrible happens.” “I am not lying.” His voice was steady enough that, for one heartbeat, I believed him. Then a branch snapped ahead. A man stepped forward. Tall. Lean. Eyes sharp like a wolf that had recently considered eating someone as a hobby. Lucian. He approached with long, purposeful strides. “I smell magic. Not the normal kind. The weird kind. The kind that makes you think something bad is about to happen.”

He slammed the memory down, but it stayed burning behind his eyes, making his trigger finger itch. Far across the city, away from Marco’s trap, another convoy slipped silent through forgotten streets. Smaller, quieter. Marek leaned back in the passenger seat, one hand draped lazily across his knee, the other tapping a rhythm against the door. The darkness outside blurred past—broken buildings, flickering neon, the dead veins of the city. “He took it,” Marek said, his voice a blade laced with satisfaction. His lips curved into a smile sharp as broken glass. “Lucian’s dog snapped at the bone.”

After, wrapped in each other under the soft sheets , Elena whispered, “We’re stronger together, Grayson. But if we fall, we fall as one.” He kissed her temple. “Then let’s make sure we don’t fall.” The Next Morning – Jessica’s Call, Grayson stood by the window, shirtless, and coffee in hand, when his phone buzzed. Jessica’s voice was sharp. “Grayson. We’ve got eyes on Lucian.” His spine straightened. “Where?” “He’s staying at an abandoned estate in the hills. But that’s not all—” “What?” “He has someone with him. A girl. She looks about six.”