Lucian-underworld Novels & Stories

Latent Hilda, Latilda and Hilda de Lat, to name a few. My gaze slid towards the single window in the room. Lights from the watchtowers lining the rear ramparts flashed around, casting the forest surrounding the pack-house in a dark, gloomy shadow-- although I could still see it as clear as day. Courtesy of my wolf's night vision. I was Latent, but not without the better powers and baser urges of a werewolf. At that moment a blade of light sliced in through the tiny window, and fell on a spot in the middle of the cramped room. It looked inviting. Tired of ransacking my closet for clothes I won't find, I went over and sat on it.

“I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids, and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed. And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) Her laughter reverberates across the room as she throws her head back and screams, “Lana’s going to drop dead, and all the world will drop dead…” Chest heaving Lucifer wraps his hand around her throat and lifts her to her toes. “Shut your sodding mouth!” he growls. His eyes glow like crimson flames as he leads us to

“Your treachery knows no bounds. Please learn to take jokes.” “Treachery? You want to use me as monster chow. And I would never feed you.” “But that BLT was delicious...” he said, forlorn. “Fine. I can do without domestic services. What I do need, however, is something underworlders find appetizing: namely, nubile young women-” “-Nubile? Did you really just say that?-” “-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-”

Lucifer studied the creature in front of him with more enthusiasm than before. This second version had longer hair than that of the first and a more curvy figure, it had more slender legs and arms and a more soft look to its features. It looked quite attractive. Attractive?! What was he thinking? Surely this was some kind of curse, another type of trap. The creature couldn’t see him either,it turned its small, slender blue eyes to the dead creature on the floor and walked over to it. Lucifer watched as it touched it’s lookalike on the head and the latter let out a small noise of satisfaction. Lucifer scrunched his face in disgust. What manner of conversation is this again? Can this second cr

They caught sight of Lucius with a hand over his heart, sitting down on the couch. “We need to go to the underworld.” He said, “Come with me.” She stood there stunned. Underworld? Hell? Come with him? The questions kept running inside her mind. She undoubtedly needs to go with him due to the fact their souls were bound by the prophecy written in scrolls. She loves him as well. “Okay, I’m coming to your world with you.” She bobbed her head frantically. This could only mean that whatever the reason why Lucius passed out is connected to them going to hell.

The torches shut off then the room became slightly dark, and the messenger flinched, his face pressed to the floor. “Alejandro,” Lucian snarled, his voice like gravel and fire. “He thinks he can mock me? He thinks he can defy me?” Lucian stood, his massive frame towering over the room. His muscles rippled under his skin, and his claws became sharper, scraping against each other with a sound that made the messenger’s blood run cold. Lucian’s eyes burned brighter, and his face twisted as his wolf surged forward. His bones cracked, his body shifting into something monstrous, half man, half beast, all killer.

There is a war coming. I press my palm to the railing to steady myself. My knees feel weak. This world is not ready… but you will be. “Ready for what?” I whisper. But instead of answering—she shows me. A flicker. A flash. Images not from this world but buried in memory. A fortress underground. Twisting tunnels. Screams echoing in the dark. A figure cloaked in shadow—Lucien. He’s standing over a body, blood on his hands, a smile on his face.

<><><> Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants. He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world) Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld. Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name

"No, we can't. Do you know how strong they are? Have you forgotten why you became friends with him? He's deadly. So is his army. They are all Lycans and will kill us off without a blink," Lucien turned to his beta. "Not when we know their weaknesses. He knows I'm going to come for him and when his child is at stake he will do everything in his power to stop me. But he needs time to do that and we do not have time! Go and prepare my army! We are going to war!" Lillith sat still in the carriage. Henry had fallen asleep after crying for over an hour. The carriage was dark, hiding her from the outside world. She couldn't even see a thing outside.

“If Julius finds out who is behind the attacks, I want you to take me dancing at a club.” Lucifer raises both eyebrows in surprise. “You like to dance?” “Of course! Unfortunately, none of the other losers I dated liked to dance, let alone go somewhere to dance. So, it was always me and the girls hitting up the clubs in the Underworld.” You know, since most clubs in the mortal realm wouldn’t allow underaged kids into their establishments. The Underworld has no rules regarding age. As long as you have money, they don’t care how old you are.