Lucian’s Regret Novels & Stories

“If you kill our mate we could easily go crazy.” “She's a rogue Arthur, you know how hard it was after Lucas was killed in that rogue attack,” I said. “Also she might be human. I don't even know what she is. She doesn't have a scent.” “Don't be an ashole Lucian. Don't you dare lay your fcking hand on her, if you do, I will destroy everything and kill everyone you love and cherish. I'm not joking.” He threatened. “We've been waiting for her for eight years and we finally met her and you want to mess it up?”

Scarlett’s POV The silence that followed his words was deafening. His vulnerability, his brokenness, and his determination all hung in the air, leaving me to decide if this man—flawed and remorseful, but deeply committed—was someone I could risk my heart for again. Lucian’s voice was sincere, each word laced with raw emotion and heavy with self-doubt. I could feel the weight he carried, the way he had internalized every failure, every moment he thought he’d let me down. His remorse wasn’t performative; it was tangible, bleeding into the space between us. Lucian wasn’t just apologizing—he was laying himself bare, stripped of pride, offering himself wholly, ready to rebuild the pieces of what

Turning to Lucian, he said, “Think about what I said. Don’t wait until it’s too late.” Lucian held Selene in his arms, but his eyes remained locked on mine. Then, his voice rang out, steady and cold. “I won’t regret it.” He hesitated, then added, “Because I never loved Elara. There’s nothing to regret.” A sharp pain surged through my chest, stealing my breath. The words cut deeper than I’d expected. A tidal wave of grief crashed over me, suffocating, drowning. I turned and opened the car door to Milo’s car. As soon as I sat down, a violent cough racked my body, warm liquid dripped from my nose onto my trembling fingers.

I roared, my voice cracking under the pressure of everything I’d been bottling up. “Where was this sisterly love when I was seventeen and broken? When I was kicked out and so desperate for some damn bond and she just denied me of it. She looked the other way and watched them kick me out of my own home like I didn’t exist.” Lucian’s face twitched. “She regrets it,” he said through gritted teeth. I laughed bitterly. “Well regret doesn’t undo damages I'm afraid. Regret doesn’t erase the years I spent piecing my life together.”

,” he said quietly. The words were simple but Seraphina heard the distance inside them. She stepped forward slowly until only a few feet separated them. “You are thinking about the test.” Lysander did not deny it. His gaze drifted briefly toward the tall windows where lightning flashed across the dark sky. “Lucian will not stop,” he said. “He has spent years building this moment.” Seraphina folded her arms gently around herself as a chill moved through her. “He believes the truth will destroy you.” Lysander’s lips curved faintly but there was no humor in the expression. “Lucian believes destruction is justice.” Seraphina studied his face carefully. For a man who controlled an empire his calm

His eyes flicked to his reflection, and the memory of what he had just done flashed through his mind, making him wash his face again. He didn't want to think about it. He couldn't. But then, the heat struck him again, and he rushed back to lock himself in one of the restroom stalls. ******* Lucian was restless as well, regretting letting Ethan slip from his grasp. He could have just taken him right there and shown him what it meant to be his, but he had been too angry, thinking about how Ethan had dared to defend Martin earlier. A friend?

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."

“What the fuck did you just say?!” Lucian looked at his friend. Yes! He had all the right to talk to him like that, Lucian was crazy, completely crazy now. ******* At Acosta's house, with his tie, shirt and hair a mess, Adel drank and drank until he wanted to lose himself in the person he was before he had to see the vivid memory of that woman who was next to Lucian and who looked like April. No, she couldn’t be the same woman. Tears kept flowing from his eyes. He was sorry, regret had come into his life, into his heart and this time it was coming not to leave until the regret was satiated like a revenge that has been exacted.

The vulnerability that had cracked open just minutes ago was slipping behind that familiar wall of steel and arrogance. “What happened, professor? Don't tell me you're questioning your sexuality already,” Artemis smirked. “This is not a joke, Artemis,” Lucian's serious tone caught Artemis off guard. It usually took more to get Lucian pissed. Was it really that bad? The thought made his stomach churn. “I get it,” Artemis said, voice tight, barely concealing his hurt. “You regret it already.” “No,” Lucian replied instantly, almost too fast. “It’s not that.”

His resentment was a palpable force, tangible and suffocating. My composure faltering for a moment I held his gaze with a mix of regret and defiance. "I never wanted this," I whispered, my voice filled with a tinge of remorse. "I didn't understand the true consequences of my actions. But I swear to you, Lucian, I will find a way to break this curse. I will set you free." My words hung in the air; a promise laced with determination. But to Lucian, they were hollow, mere words that offered no solace for the torment he endured. His nostrils flared as he fought to contain the fury within him.