Lucian-underworld Novels & Stories

Lucian’s P.O.V. I look around the small expanse of fresh, green grass that laid below the sun’s light, making up the park that was overflowing with families. My legs remain stretched out beneath me, a hand supporting my head as I watch with tired eyes. Following the happy families of attentive parents and cheerful children playing without a single concern for the eye to see, pain blisters through me from the sight of it. I pull my eyes away and focus them instead on my feet. I knock them together to distract myself, trying to make the knocking loud enough to drown out the laughter that echoed through my ears.

Familiar. Lucian? No. No fucking way. I kicked the door open— Worst decision of my life. There he was. Lucian Throne. Mafia heir. Underworld king. My walking migraine. Fucking a man over his desk. Hands gripping hair. Lips biting skin. Moaning into the night like a goddamn demon in heat. I stood there. Frozen. He didn’t even stop. Just… looked at me. Smirked. Like he wanted me to see.

I asked. “You see…Underworld used to treat their slaves in ways you can’t imagine. The club used to be one of those places. But after Lucien came, he started to take a deep interest in the people working in the club. He went there to make sure the people working there are not forced to do anything they don’t want to.” He explained and I pursed my lips in thought.

"No family to blackmail me. No pack to betray me. You are a ghost, Phineas. And I am the only one who can give a ghost a body." I look at the signature line. Arthur’s face flashes in my mind—the way he looked at Leopold. The way he discarded me like a piece of spoiled meat. If I stay out here, I die. My baby dies. I press my thumb to the biometric scanner. A soft chirp confirms the contract. "Good," Lucian says. He doesn't smile. "Welcome to the underworld." The penthouse isn't a home; it’s a high-tech fortress of glass and steel.

Laughter- low and crawling, like something dragged from a grave- echoed. “You’re standing inside my soul, boy. This is my world. My domain.” The figures convulsed. Limbs cracked as they turned their attention to us, their soulless gazes flicking toward me. Lucian raised his blade. “Then I’ll cut through your damn soul.” The first creature lunged.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

That's not what you should be focused on now Lucian, get a grip. He shook his head, snapping out of the trance such a small action had the power to put him under. He huffed already exhausted with the back and forth, "that was a barghest. A creature of the underworld that's comes to the human world only to take supernaturals to the underworld, more like a guide to the underworld." He drawled like he had rehearsed the speech a million times and didn't just see the barghest real life for the first time in his life. A chuckle. A snicker. And then a full blown row of laughter as she heaved over her knees, letting spills of laughter echo round the room, if she only knew she was laughing at her pro

What will the underworld food look like? * WRITER ? * Luci walked in to see her asleep. He was so happy that she was finally in his home. He was ready to spend the entire night staring at her face. She is just so beautiful for his likeness and he can't wait for her to give birth to his son. ~~~~ To Be Continued…

The Florence apartment thrummed with tension and desire. Luca had Adrian bent over the back of the couch, legs spread wide, as he thrust into him with deep, powerful strokes. The city lights glittered through the windows while Luca fucked him relentlessly, one hand gripping Adrian’s hip, the other fisted in his hair. “They know,” Luca growled, slamming in harder. “The entire underworld knows I chose you. That I would rather lose everything than marry her.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. Luca’s thick cock stretched him open, dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot on every stroke.

"Its no joke, we might not be able to work together after this." "I love you, Zara." "I love you too, Mi Amore." I hugged her and the doors opened. It was pitch black. No light. Demons were sitting in the walkway laughing as we walk down the path of shame. We have committed a sin that caused us to walk down this road. If only, instead, the elevator opened to a modern style office floor. Sweet desks sit in the center and we had workers moving around as if they work in a happy environment.