Lucian One Piece Novels & Stories

He waved his hand at Lucian in a provocative manner. After being provoked by Yang Xiao, Lucian slowly took out a Death Sickle from his back. Lucia’s weapon was actually a scythe, just like the Grim Reaper. “Kid, the position of the Dragon Lord doesn’t belong to you at all. What makes you think you’re fit to rule it? Go to hell!” Lucian stared at Yang Xiao with increasingly ferocious eyes. His eyes were cold, and his feet suddenly shot out. He held the Death Sickle and launched an attack rapidly.

Lucian had heard the story from his mother a million times in his fifty Lecanther years, and he still believed it sounded an awful lot like they had something to do with the plague attacking only shifters in the first place, but no one listens to him anyways so he kept shut about his theory. A lanky boy came rushing from the other end of the open hallway waving furiously at them. Lucian immediately recognized those raggedy clothes from a distance. The hole on the left side of his favourite shirt all patched up so neatly it was hard to believe that this same guy was stabbed by a human only the day before. "I've been looking everywhere...for you." Evander panted hard, his lungs screamed at him

I couldn’t stop myself from asking about what he said earlier. "Hmm, that way… they won’t suspect that the mortal Agatha is important to me. If anything, it’ll be as if I never left her side. Trevor is here, isn’t he? I just need to work in Blizmoor. So, for now, you stay here. I want you to keep her." I shook my head. "No, she won’t remember if she stays here." If she’s where the real Lucien is, she should be there too.

“He hurt me so much.” Gianni nodded, sympathetic. “Yeah. He did.” “But I hurt him too,” she whispered. Gianni didn’t argue that part. “You both did a lot. Maybe you both still will. But that man…” he chuckled, “...he’s outside with Lucian looking like someone stole his kingdom. He’d burn everything just to make you smile.” Her lips curved just a little, but she didn’t let him see. Meanwhile…Back on the side of the road… Lucian was scrolling his phone.

a voice calls gently from behind, hushing me. I turn sharply to see that it is no one else but Lucian. He stands there in partial shift, his form still mostly human but with elongated fangs and claws that gleam in the dappled light. A smile plays on his face, cold and satisfied, as he offers me his hand. “Take it.” I call his name in a desperate whisper, begging in a low voice. “Lucian, please. Let Corvin go. He has done nothing. He only drove me this far as a favor.”

Maria looked a lot like Arabella so it was not hard to imagine. Lucian shook his thoughts of Arabella away. She made it perfectly clear that she had no use for him and he was tired, tired of beating his head against a brick wall. He needed to put the ‘might of beens,’ behind him and finally get on with living. He wondered if Maria would be the one to help him through. ‘Hey dad, look at that.” Lucas pointed in excitement. There, in the distance was a great white breaching and descending with the waves. He looked as though he was playing tag with the waves. Lucian, Lucas and the rest of the group looked on with awe.

Clearing his throat, he spoke eloquently, "It's getting cold. I think you should turn in for the night." "I will soon. Thanks," I said. When the footsteps didn't retreat, I turned my head slightly to the right. "Is there something else you'd like to say, Yuhan?" Yuhan was Lucian's right hand man. He was a demon that was granted some of Lucian's power. Not only was he strong, he was reserved, kind, and intuitive. I grew to like him more than I would've imagined. "You should just talk to him. Oh my devil, you both are so stubborn," he sighed.

“He’s right. We need every ally we can get right now. Stop letting jealousy cloud your judgment. We promised to do this as partners.” Lucian exhaled slowly, the dominant fire in his eyes battling with reason. After a long, charged silence, he gave a curt nod. “Fine. Share everything you have. But if I find out you’re hiding anything—or if you so much as look at Lila the wrong way—I’ll end you myself.”

A few seconds had barely passed after I agreed when the door opened and a tall, lanky man with shrewd eyes and shaggy hair confidently strolled in, stopping short when he spotted me and the Lycan King. “Damian, wh-what is…?” The man stammered, his eyes bouncing from me to Damian. The Lycan King casually slid up next to me, placing a hand on my waist and grinned. “Lucas, this is Aviana, my Luna!”

“So now our unborn child is judging my honesty.” Another wave of pain struck me. I cried out despite myself. Damon immediately leaned closer. “Easy,” he said. But the pressure inside me grew stronger. “He’s pushing again,” I gasped. Damon’s face turned pale. “It’s too early,” he said. “I know.” The voice interrupted us. “I must show you more.” Before I could stop it, another vision filled my mind. Lucian. Standing on a battlefield. His eyes were silver with rage. Wolves behind him.