Lucians Regret Novels & Stories

I replied. As I looked at Lucas, I couldn't help but notice his handsome features which were now etched with sadness. His once vibrant, piercing blue eyes had lost their sparkle and now appeared as though they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. The creases around his eyes had deepened as if each passing day had taken a toll on his soul. "That's a man who has lost his sense of purpose," Lucian said with hatred in his eyes. "He's just a man who has lost his wife," I whispered. "Lucian, please, let's just walk away..."

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.

"Ravena, I am sorry. I am so sorry. For everything. For leaving you. For choosing her. For not seeing what she was. I was a fool. A blind, stupid fool." "Yes," I agreed simply. "You were." He flinched, but I continued. "But regret can’t change the past," I said, my voice steady. "It can’t undo what was done. It can’t bring back the people who died. It can’t erase the choices you made." "I know," he whispered. "You made your choice and now you must live with the consequences. Just as Astrid must live with hers." Lucien opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a voice cut through the tension.

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."

“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.

“My dad was right. You would never jeopardise your relationship with the King of Ardyth for Selena. She's not worth that much sacrifice, not after what she did.” Lucian's face crumpled. "Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think I want to let her go unpunished? I hate it. I hate myself for even considering it. But if I don't take this deal, I lose everything. I will lose the chance to defeat Elira. I will lose the chance to help all of us go back home. We will lose Lunaroria." His breathed heavily. “I regret not listening to you and trusting Talia but right now, i don't have a choice."

“It’s quiet here. Helps clear my mind.” I turned back to the view. “I was trying to do the same.” Lucian was quiet for a moment before he sighed. “Mira… about earlier today…” I glanced at him. His eyes were filled with something deep. Something unspoken. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “For what happened.” I knew what he meant. When he had lost control. When he had chased me. When he had almost… I swallowed. “You weren’t yourself.” “That doesn’t change what I did.” His voice was laced with regret. “I almost hurt you. I almost—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I don’t know how to live with that.”

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

"I just think… he might truly regret it." "He deserves it," Damian's voice was devoid of emotion. "When he publicly rejected you two years ago, did he consider your feelings?" "Now that he regrets it, why should you forgive him?" "Elena," Damian cupped my face. His kisses landed on my brow, my nose, my lips. "You are my Luna, my only one." "You don't need to worry about anyone else's feelings. As long as I'm by your side, you can do whatever you want." "Understand?"