Lucian's Regret Chapter 6 Novels & Stories

, Lucian breathed out. Whatever regret he felt now would never undo the damage he caused. “Clark,” I corrected sharply. “And for the record, I wouldn’t step foot in this place if my life depended on it.” His jaw clenched, the regret in his eyes hardening into a glare. “That wasn’t a request. It was an order…or you'll be dragged in.” “I don’t take orders from you, Lucian,” I hissed. “Drag me in if you dare, but know this: if you try, I’ll make sure your mother suffers a slow and painful death.”

That her sacrifice was in vain. Lucian has become obsessed with coming up with a battle plan to go after Malachai and the rest of the hunters. He trains the remaining warriors to the point of collapse, and then he pushes them harder still. But not as hard as he pushes himself - like he'll be able to outrun what he's feeling inside if he just keeps running long enough.

Lucian’s eyes bore into the shadows behind Leo’s confident facade, promising the silent unraveling that was to come. No mercy will be shown. No mercy. Only the still, unrelenting collapse. Lucian left the office then, the echo of those words lingering in the room like a whispered death sentence. Outside, the city thrummed on, unaware that a quiet storm had just begun. *** Hey loves! How was the chapter guys? I hope you guys are enjoying it! Do follow, comment and share your precious. reviews. It makes my day fr. Love you all! Mwah

I nodded slowly, feeling the words nestle into my spine. “Keep your chin up,” he whispered, his storm-gray eyes flickering. “Let him wonder. Let him regret looking while you ignore him. Revenge starts with mystery, not attention.” And so, I held my chin higher, refusing to look back. “Revenge starts with mystery, not attention.” Lucian’s words echoed in my chest, drawing a small breath from my lips. It struck me, not just for its cold brilliance, but because it sounded like something carved straight from the heart of someone who had lost too much to ever play fair again.

You can fix this. The other voice, colder and more distant, responded, It was the right choice. You did what was necessary. The first voice screamed back, more urgent now. You’ll regret it. You’ll regret it, Lucian! Lucian’s fist slammed into the ground, the sharp pain of glass piercing his skin barely registering. His mind was consumed with one thought. No! I will never regret this. I did what I had to do. But deep down, Lucian knew the truth. The ache in his heart, the burning regret that now threatened to consume him, was a sign that he might already be lost.

I shouted back over the noise, not looking away from Vane for even a single second, because I knew if he finished those last verses, the seal would shatter completely and let whatever was trapped down there break through into the city, and I pushed my legs to move even faster across the open ground while dodging a stray torch that rolled across the dirt. "You are too late, oracle," Vane screamed over the rising noise of the wind and the chanting, his voice cracking with panic as he saw me closing the distance across the dirt floor, and he waved his hands frantically over the basin, "the words are already spoken, and your blood cannot stop it this time because the sacrifice is already set in

Nadia stood a short distance away, her lips curved in a smug little smile as she watched the exchange. Silas’s face twisted with regret and frustration. He stepped closer anyway, lowering his voice. “The rut hit hard. I was burning. I thought of you the entire time. It meant nothing. She means nothing.” I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp enough to make a few heads turn. “Of course it meant nothing. That’s why her scent is all over your cock. You couldn’t even wait one night before crawling back to your favorite whore while preaching about protecting me and the pup.”

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

If only I could help him, bring him comfort somehow. "I came to...see how he's doing," he said with a barely audible whisper. "And see if there's anything I can do to help." I stared at him, seeing the guilt and bitterness in his eyes. "What you did out there is more than enough. And I know, for now, the king might not see it, but soon enough, when Vlad wakes up, he'll understand." "He hates me now," Lucian said, his voice filled with self-loathing. "It's crazy how much I crave his validation and forgiveness. But I fear it's too late. I regret everything I did in the past, how I foolishly agreed to Dimitri's plans."

She sighed and shook her head at him and then climbed into bed with her back to him. Lucian sighed and with a gun in his hand, walked to the door and turned off the light then he walked to the window and stared out through it but the street was quiet and so was the vicinity. He pulled the chair in the room closed to the window and sat down, his eyes now on the feminine figure on the bed, without warning, the incident of the night flashed back in his mind and he ended up wondering, if the attacked had not been made, what would have happened? And moreover, why didn’t she push him away, he thought she hates him? And most importantly, what came over him? Why did he do that? And if he should turn