Lucian-underworld Novels & Stories

“No. That can’t be true. I’m just… me. A hunter. I can’t be the answer to some ancient prophecy.” Lucian’s lips curved into a bittersweet smile. “Neither could I. And yet here we are.” --- Later that day, Lucian took her to an underground chamber hidden beneath the sanctuary. The air was cold and heavy, the walls lined with carvings depicting scenes of battle, love, and betrayal. At the center of the room stood a pedestal, empty save for a faint glow emanating from its surface.

CHAPTER 127 The house was quiet again. Wards re-established. Bodies exhausted. Even Elias had finally gone quiet in his room, too drained to speak another word. They had all gone to sleep, one by one, drifting into that rare pocket of peace before another inevitable storm. But Lucian didn’t find peace in sleep. Not anymore. The dreams came quickly. Blinding light. A battlefield. Screams. Ash falling like snow. Lucian stood at the edge of something enormous—a cliff of stars, overlooking a realm that shimmered with impossible color. His hands were coated in blood that glittered gold under an unfamiliar sun.

He didn’t know. Sick of it, Lucian sat on the bed, looking at the bills that covered the floor and those that were the same that covered the bed where he put the delicate body of a goddess. For the first time Lucian Sadharthe had everything. Money, power, the crown, and a queen. ******

With an unchanging outstretched hand, the figure moved closer. With his blade slicing through the air, Lucian lunged. However, the figure disappeared into a whirl of shadows before it could touch him, then suddenly reappeared behind him. With a tone that bordered on pity, they stated, "You cannot fight what you do not understand." As though pulled by an unseen power, the crystal floated toward the figure's palm after jerking itself free of Lucian's hold. With a roar, Lucian lunged forward, but he and the others were knocked back by a wave of shadow that burst from the figure.

Lucian looked at him without understanding “What do you mean what will happen now? Everything will be fine, Luna has returned, we will live together, as it should have happened 300 years ago.” Galadriel sighed as he looked at his friend angrily. Of course this will not happen. Lucien is just trying to hide the truth from his eyes, and he will not allow him to do that. He must remedy the situation he is in. "Lucian, you know what I mean?" The color of his eyes turned to dark yellow, indicating the presence of his wolf, which began to emit a terrifying energy, forcing Galadriel to look at the ground.

Where ones that once loved then collided The end of days is now nigh Unless the Unity that once thrived is brought back to life Ruled under the moon, all are bound But fractured by the one who is crowned Weakness hides power Lost at the eleventh hour Hidden by shadows where secrets abound She is not the one who must be found The pen and the sword must work as one To Unite what everyone thought was gone A dead bond the moon tried to reUnite They will once again fail to recognize But the story of the lycan and the runt will not end As there are more than bonds that must mend In denying the gifts of the moon time and time again They show us all we do not always need its guidance In devising the

And to seal the moment nothing better than a deep and delicious kiss full of feelings. A silhouette insinuated itself through the rocks in strange positions - like a snake, only standing upright - and then bones started to crack and breathing was suffocated by screams that scared even the birds. Lucian was 'fixing' his broken and/or chipped bones from the thuds on the rocks of the waterfall. He couldn't get it out of his head - his brother and the deaths that occurred there - and the worst thing was that he didn't know who to turn to, after all each one he thought of was less unlikely than the other. For the first time in a long time Lucian looked up to the sky and prayed to God for a light,

With Marco executed and Isabella behind bars, the circus was finally over. I accepted today's gift from Luca and glanced at the warehouse where his daily offerings had grown into a small mountain. I shook my head helplessly. Outside the window, sunlight flooded the desk. My new life was about to begin.

They pinned me against the cold tiles and took turns filling me again, pumping load after load deep into my womb and ass until cum was pouring out of me nonstop. Lucian held my face gently but spoke like a devil. “You understand now, don’t you?” he whispered while slowly fucking my ruined pussy. “You don’t belong to the human world anymore. You’re our personal breeding toy. Every single day, from sunrise to sunset, while the world outside is bright… you’ll be in here, getting fucked senseless in the dark.” He kissed my tears away almost tenderly. “And you’re going to love every second of it.” I could only whimper and nod weakly, my body completely broken, mind foggy with pleasure, and my wom

What he had presumed was dead, up and gone, buried and dusted, had found its way to him and just that arrival set him a panic, ripples inside his chest. The figure — no, the creature — smiled once more, that same treasonous smirk stretched across its face. And then it stepped further; and the convictions slithered toward it like pliable myrmidons. As it disappeared from his sight, Lucian understood that one thousand times eviler, a darker force was awakening. He didn’t know how he knew this, but he knew the other thing — worse than whatever this thing was.” “This is a fight you will not win,” a figure said in a deep, gravelly voice. “You are already too late. The world has changed already.”