Lucian One Piece Novels & Stories

"Why?" Damien moved closer. Real careful like she might run. "Because I know you. You'll want to believe whatever he says. Whatever story he tells. You'll want it to be true." "And you'll want to kill him before he even gets a chance to talk." "Yeah. Probably." At least he was being honest. Lucian knocked and just walked in without waiting. His left eye was still all swollen from the fight in the compound. Blood on his blouse collar. "We've got a problem," he stated.

“You’ve got ten seconds to explain why you’re sitting here looking like you stepped out of a cologne ad instead of running for cover from the crazy bride.” He finally smiled. Not polite. Not kind. The kind of smile that belonged in dark alleys and darker bedrooms. “I’m Lucian,” he said simply. “And I hate Alexander Knight more than you do.” I barked out a laugh that sounded half-hysterical. “Impossible. I just publicly murdered his ego in 4K in front of five hundred people. I win.”

No matter how many times she tried, she always ended up hitting nothing but air. Suddenly, one of the two with whom she was fighting with disappeared. She knows nothing good will come with that. But she cannot divert her attention from the one in front of her. Lucian is using his speed to confuse the dark creatures. Lucian is observing them before identifying the dark creature and delivering his killer blow. He had his eyes on Ophelia as well. She is young and is not well versed in these kinds of things. But he cannot stop admiring the girl for her courage. Even though she is tired, she is not giving up.

“And the shadows?” “They’ll weaken once separated.” “Without proximity, they lose control.” Lucian nods. “Done.” He moves. Fast. Efficient. One by one— They vanish. Returned. Safe. Alive. Unharmed. Exactly as they should be. Except one. I stop him. “Not that one.” Lucian pauses. Looks at me. “Why?” “Because that one is different.” I step closer. Study the man. Older. Stronger. The others followed.

He grabbed Phineas’s hand, his fingers digging into the skin. "I don't want the empire, Phin," Lucian growled, his voice a guttural vibration. "Ignatius can have the dirt. Xavier can have the titles. I want you. I want the total ownership of being the only thing that stands between you and the world." Lucian pulled a small, jagged blade from his belt. He didn't look away from Phineas’s eyes as he dragged the steel across his own palm. A thick, dark line of blood welled up instantly.

The table is already filled with dishes and drinks. “What do you want this time, Lucian?” I ask, staring back at him. He looks inexplicably handsome in a black v-neck polo and matching black pants. His hair has been perfectly styled to match his strikingly handsome features. I still cannot understand why someone so good looking is this evil. “Nothing… for now. I just want you to eat,” he smiles, he gestures at the lavishly spread dishes on the table with his hand. “And have enough strength for later.”

“How come? Are you trying to say my evidence is lie?” “N…no.. but the person must have had it mixed up.” Lucian held his fingers and bent them backwards which made Derek scream. “Don’t you dare lie to me. You are only making things hard for yourself” He bent his finger backwards even more. “Please stop…PLEASE!!” “Okay.” He paused, “Let's start from the top again. Shall we?” Derek nodded hastingly and Lucian had a very sinister smirk plastered on his face. “I am Lucian. Alpha of Ironfang dominion. Have you heard of me?”

“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.

Cracks in the crown. “You were supposed to be my answer to this,” Rowan said, turning on Lucian. “The shining prince who would march north, cut off the snake’s head, and return with its pelt. Instead, you give them a legend. A Bastard who will not die. A Luna who glows like a goddess.” His lip curled. “Do you understand the damage you’ve done?” Lucian’s hands curled where they hung at his sides. “I understand that underestimating them was a mistake,” he said. “One I am correcting.”