Lucian Graymark Novels & Stories

"What else do you want? I just accidentally bumped into you but I also apologized, even said I would pay if you wanted, now tell me, how much do you want?" Mark originally intended to leave and did not want to interfere in Liz's affairs, because he did not want to deal with women, which would affect his image even more. So he wanted to let Liz handle it on her own. With the restaurant manager here, he thought she wouldn't dare to do anything too harsh with that girl. However, just as he turned to leave, he heard the other girl's voice, strangely familiar to him. He stopped walking, then decisively turned to look. However, the other girl used her bag to cover her face, he couldn't see it.

Anger surfaced which she couldn’t hide no matter what. Gray stood in front of the stage taking the mic in his hand. A smile formed on his lips as he began to speak, “I’m very much glad to have you all…….”. Lucy gets up from her seat about to leave only to be stopped by Gray’s words. “I’d like everyone to be kept seated while I give the speech.” “Please don’t leave right away, Lucy.” She glanced back at him. He gave an smirk back. “Hope I’m not boring you.”

“Because, Lucan is the only one who can retrieve the Obsidian Dagger from its resting place. He's uniquely connected to its ancient energies, its layered defenses, in ways no other human could ever be. He's the only key that fits this lock." Nina's professional mask didn't slip, but Kairos saw the flicker of calculation in her eyes before it vanished. She inclined her head slightly. "Understood, sir. Lucan proceeds alone." Kairos returned his attention to the vast map, his gaze lingering on the island.

"We took everything from him. He has nothing left to lose." Thalassa checked the magazine of her gun, clicking it back into place. "That makes him the most dangerous enemy we’ve faced yet." Marcus let out a sharp breath. "Lucian’s digital footprint has gone cold. His last transaction was an emergency wire transfer to a private account in Argentina, but then—nothing. No activity. It’s like he vanished." Fiona frowned. "Men like him don’t just disappear. He’s planning something." A sudden alert flashed across Marcus’s screen. He leaned in, eyes narrowing. "We might have a problem. Graves is dead."