Lucians Regret Novels & Stories

Then again, it’s like saying that I regret having Lucian in my life. Which I’ve never ever regretted in my life. Without Lucian, I wouldn’t have kept going after the rejection. His kicks in my belly, his smiles and laughter, everything about him drove me to keep living and striving for a better life. It was through him that I found out rejection was not the end of a werewolf’s life. Sure, a rejected werewolf could turn insane and feral to the point killing oneself. Still, as long as that werewolf had something so precious that he or she would deeply regret ending their lives, everything was going to be eventually alright.

“As you wish, but remember well that I warned you, Galadriel... Remember this conversation of ours, and think carefully before you do anything, and remember that I warned you of the danger of what you will do to your valued mate. I have been through the same path before you, and now you are seeing the result.” He answered, saying with determination and complete blind confidence “Don’t worry, I will never regret it. It is impossible to love the woman who deprived me of my beloved, who made me know the meaning of love. When I reject her and see her writhing in front of me from the pain of rejection, my pain will be healed, and this is my choice, and I will never blame you for anything.” Lucian

"Two weeks." We left the office and walked to the car. The street was busy. People hurried past with coffee cups and briefcases. Normal lives. Normal problems. "Do you trust him?" I asked. "Marcus? Yes. He worked for my father once. He quit when he found out what Victor was really doing. Lost his pension. Lost his reputation. He's been trying to bring Victor down ever since." "So he has skin in the game." "The deepest kind." We drove home in silence. Lily was with a babysitter. The house felt empty without her.

You can fix this. The other voice, colder and more distant, responded, It was the right choice. You did what was necessary. The first voice screamed back, more urgent now. You’ll regret it. You’ll regret it, Lucian! Lucian’s fist slammed into the ground, the sharp pain of glass piercing his skin barely registering. His mind was consumed with one thought. No! I will never regret this. I did what I had to do. But deep down, Lucian knew the truth. The ache in his heart, the burning regret that now threatened to consume him, was a sign that he might already be lost.

Then, after a tense silence, he spoke. "What… did you just say?" His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant, as if he was hoping he had misheard me. But I wasn’t going to take it back. I had already said it. There was no point in pretending I hadn’t. So I lifted my gaze, looked him directly in the eyes, and repeated myself. "I said I’m tired of all this, Lucian. I regret everything. I regret ever signing that damn contract. I regret walking into this mess. And I…" My voice wavered slightly, but I forced the words out. "I just want it to end."

“No. Truth will.” Lucian stood nearby. Silent. Watching. Damon turned toward him sharply. “Say something.” Lucian’s jaw tightened, but he did not speak. The silence was worse than denial. Damon’s voice dropped lower. “Tell him he is wrong.” Lucian finally looked up. But the look in his eyes held something Damon had never seen before. Regret. Damon felt the ground shift beneath him. “You knew?” he asked quietly. Lucian did not answer immediately. Then he said softly, “I learned recently.”

,” 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

But then he let out a breath, one that seemed to carry the weight of years. Lucian’s gaze fell back to the pendant. “Sometimes I think that way, that if I had done things differently, she’d still be here,” he said again but this time around, his tone flat, devoid of emotion. But I knew better. This was how Lucian coped—burying his guilt under layers of cold detachment. I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “Regrets won’t bring her back, Lucian.” He let out a hollow chuckle, one that made my skin crawl. “No, they won’t,” he agreed. His fingers closed around the pendant, and for a moment, he looked like he might break it. But then, he set it down on the desk, almost gently.

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

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."