Lucian One Piece Novels & Stories

"He? Do you think my brother is an Alpha? He's an outcast, Azzianna. He's a biker who lives on the land with criminals. He doesn't carry anything. He doesn't have anything." Lucian finally moved. He let go of my hand and took a step toward Julian. Lucian was taller, and his shadow enveloped Julian completely. The air around Lucian was hot, like a furnace. He wasn’t just any man; he was a predator who had spent years existing among them.

" Lord Lucian. Hail to the Dragon Prince. The mighty prince. Please save me my Lord. Please. There has been a big mistake. " I looked at him with my mouth half open. Marveling at his audacity. " Has there been a mistake? " Lucian's voice was cold. It meant doom. The lavender and blue of his eyes were swiftly turning yellow. He walked with deep and heavy pace towards the captive. He flipped another hand. He turned upside down, mid air. " Who all are behind all this? " Lucian asked him with a smile. " I... we... my Lord... I don't know... I don't know... I was promised freedom in exchange of his job ... "

And he would tear the world apart to find her. Lucian stood apart from the others, framed by the crimson haze, his amber eyes glowing like molten suns. Unlike Elias, his hands were not bloodied from digging, nor did despair weigh down his stance. No, Lucian’s expression was one of fierce hunger, his lips curved in something between a snarl and a smile.

I felt like a lamb politely greeting wolves. Then I saw him — Caisen. Leaning against a marble pillar like a bored god, swirling champagne in his glass, watching me with a knowing tilt of his lips. His suit was white. His smirk darker than sin. Lucian muttered, “Don’t engage.” “I didn’t say anything,” I replied. “You thought it.” Before I could protest, Lucian turned us toward another couple. The woman wore emeralds like armor. The man had a crescent-shaped scar down his neck.

“Still, the blood of old Lycans runs in his veins! He is the master of the Blue Pack. The Brown Pack of Ruth and the Silver Pack of Luc are some of the strongest in the city. But they still do not compare to the Royal Blue Pack! Its master must be the one who desires you the most! He will rape you and impregnate you by force even if he doesn’t want to be Lyca-” “Don’t speak ill of him!” Aikiz interrupted him, “I do trust Harvey!” “But going to him after what he did to you… He chose to believe a prostitute he has just met over you, who grew up close to him in the Blue Castle. He accused you of a shameful crime, humiliated you in front of Omega Juliette, and broke your heart! You can’t go back

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

The blade flew into the air and by the time it landed back, it hit Lucian straight in the heart. Lucian staggered backwards, his face stiff in disbelief as he looked at the blade struck in his chest. He gasped, his hands trembling on the blade as he tried forcing it out of his chest. "You...... what .... are you?" Lucian stammered, pointing at Lunaria with blood gushing from his mouth and chest. Lucian's strength betrayed him- he fell to the ground, letting out his last breath.

Me: I love you so much Lucian: I love you more goodnight

"You could do better." "I could do worse," she muttered. He chuckled. "You still have that fire." "Be careful, you might get burned." Suddenly, a shadow fell across the cabana. Lucian. He stood there in black swim shorts, towel around his neck, looking like a Greek god carved in irritation. "Am I interrupting something?" he asked coolly. Jace stood slowly. "Just catching up." "With my wife," Lucian added sharply. Caliste stood. "Lucian, don't—"