Lucian’s Regret Novels & Stories

"Why are you still running around when you’re in such a bad state? That quack was spouting nonsense—don’t believe a word. I’ve already scheduled an appointment with an expert from abroad. They'll be here in a few days. Don’t worry. I will cure you!" “There’s no need. I already know—I can’t be saved.” The smile on Jack’s face instantly froze, but he still refused to give up. “Laura, listen to me. I know you’re angry I locked you in the basement. I was out of my mind back then—I really didn’t expect a fire to happen. But you shouldn’t do this to yourself, okay?” I shook my head. Jack suddenly became agitated. He shouted my name. “Laura, do you not want to live anymore? Why did you insist on go

Not from the demon in a man’s body. Lucian lowered his gaze for the first time, just a fraction. “Okay,” he said, voice low. “He died. And… I’m sorry about that.” I scoffed, the sound bitter and cold. I looked away, blinking hard as rage blurred my vision. “Don’t say sorry now,” I whispered, my jaw clenched tight. “You don’t get to feel sorry.” When I looked back at him, his eyes were steady, but his posture wasn’t so rigid anymore. It almost looked like... regret? No. I couldn’t afford to believe that.

“And started the cycle.” “Yes.” “You regret it?” “Every day.” Elena took the blade. “Why did you do it?” Lucian's eyes became wet. “Because I couldn't accept that you were gone.” “You brought me back.” “I tried.” “And I suffered because of it.” “Yes.” Elena looked at him. “I forgive you.” Lucian's lips trembled. “You shouldn't.” “I know.” She smiled sadly. “But I'm tired of carrying everyone's guilt.” Lucian nodded.

She was irritated that she cared; she was irritated that she could become so hurt by him, but most of all she was irritated that Lucius even had the guts to utter those words to her. What Laila understood was that Lucius did not regret what he did to her and could have done it to someone else if given the chance; it was what he said, so she wasn’t in the wrong to conclude it. The nerve he had to say he could have chosen better was the part of the statement that cemented itself in Laila’s mind; it wasn’t only a regret that he turned her into a wolf; it was also a regret that he ever met her, and for some strange reason, that hurt Laila.

What the fuck was wrong with him? “Sir, I feel better now,” Clara mumbled sounding a little husky. Wait, was she feeling this too? “Oh, sorry.” Lucian rushed to his feet and away from her as though touching her burned him. Clara rose to her full height, wobbling a little and Lucian rushed to her side in less than a second. Lucian let out a painful laugh, frustrated at himself for being in the same position twice in less than a minute. He hated this, whatever it was, he held no control over his actions anymore and that never meant anything good for him and those around him.

Her best side is always what she tries to show them but they always discard it, treating her unfairly. It was at this point they start to regret all their decisions. Wishing they had done better. No one saw the death coming. Seeing as everyone wailed, Lucan wished he at least brought with him a mask to cry a river of tears there at the cemetery. He knew when he reached home, he would let down the bottled tears and he won’t even be satisfied. He never will. As much as he regretted even having her date him when her heart remained on someone else, he was at least happy he was able to show her some care before it all went downhill.

He had spent twenty years searching for evidence. Evidence that the council had lied. Evidence that he hadn’t been born a monster. Evidence that his life could have been different. The realization settled heavily in my chest. My mother looked like she had reached the same conclusion. For the first time, genuine regret filled her expression. Not guilt. Not shame. Regret. The kind that arrived too late. “Lucien…” His name barely left her lips before he shook his head. “No.” His voice wasn’t angry. It was tired.

Vera instantly regretted her questions because they sounded very stupid. Luna Berta's answer made her feel even stupid, "I don't want to live with those memories, Vera. I... I don't want to wake up screaming with nightmares where I am... I am being..." She couldn't complete it. Vera sighed and quickly apologized, "I am sorry. I just... It's really saddening to see an athlete like you wanting to kill herself. You're an inspiration for so many. I just thought that if... Erm, if something happens to you then your admirers will be traumatized."

Richard kept talking. "Every day, he goes to her tombstone and falls to his knees to repent. When he was younger, he refused to listen and let others influence him, and he did a lot of things to hurt his mother. He regrets it now, but it is already too late." Jonathan's eyes went red. He ducked his head, fighting back the tears.

I touched my neck—the scent-masker was hot, vibrating against my skin. I was winning. I was breaking him. But as I looked at my children sleeping peacefully, I realized the terrifying truth: Silas wasn't just losing his company. He was losing his life. And the only thing that could save the Lycan King was the very woman he had cast out to die. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking. I had come for revenge, but I hadn't realized that watching him die would feel like dying all over again.