Lucie Herondale Novels & Stories

She said, walking up to my face. "Yes, I do, and I am not afraid of you," I replied, staring her in the eyes. "What is going on in here?" I heard Claire ask as she came to stand by my side. I didn't even hear the door open. "Nothing, we were just having a conversation. I am Lucy, Lucien's girlfriend," Lucy said "I am sure that isn't true because my sister right here is King Lucien's Mate," Claire replied

I stopped and I peeked through the crack. It was her. Lucien’s stepmother. Blonde, blood-red lips and holding a phone to her ear. “If I can prove the marriage is just for the will,” she said, “Lucien loses everything.” I stopped breathing. “I will catch her slipping,” she said with a little laugh. “Just one mistake. That’s all I need.” I stepped back, I was fast. My heart slammed in my chest, they were not just watching me. They were coming for me.

My eyes grew glossy as my vision blurred with emotion. “I miss you, Lillian,” I whispered, remembering the short time we had together. She will always be with us, Iris. No matter what, my wolf said gently. I nodded and walked out. In the kitchen, I grabbed the pink and blue bottles from the microwave and headed into the living room. Damien was holding little Lucie. “Her hair is just like yours used to be—black with white streaks,” he smiled. I took Lucie and placed her in Blake’s arms with the bottle.

“Take me to my coronation, Lilith.” Veronica took Lilith’s hand and then she thought to herself, ‘this is it. The moment that I have waited for all my life will finally be given to me. Finally, the crown is mine.’ Lilith and Veronica then teleported and appeared in the huge entrance of the ball room. Medieval music then immediately played as the crowd made way for Veronica’s entrance accompanied by Lilith. Veronica walked with her head held high with a proud smile written onto her lips. Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room.

The silent winds shoved the leafs side to the side. The front view was captivating, talk more of the inner houses. Roseline fed her eyes on the beautiful mansion, being accompanied by a maid. She was being led towards the pool silently. She does love the peaceful environment, and wished she could have something similar and simple after college. Just like an ordinary woman. A smile crept up her face. She silently approaches Lucian who bent down to pick his phone. "Lucian?" She called. Dumbstruck, Lucian lifts up his head to see her coming towards him with a smile on her face.

Harvey wasn’t sure whether this Young Master Thompson was indeed Hector himself, or someone else… However, he wasn’t in a rush to know either. If Harvey didn’t know about it, then it would be perfectly fine. But now that he had he overheard everything, he had to make sure of this man’s identity. With that in mind, Harvey sorted out his expression and walked forward. “Excuse me. Are you Aunty Lowe?” “I’m here to pick you up.” Lucie sized up Harvey, her face filled with utter disdain. “What’s wrong with that Lilian? Why did she send a hillbilly to fetch me?”

David soon introduced her to his “extra workload!” Out of all of David’s employees she was the most enthusiastic about the work. She had taken to it like a duck to water. She had hardly seemed surprised when she was faced with the creature in the basement of the dead couple’s flat that they visited that first night. It was guarded; they always were before they reached full strength in this world. Alice had beaten David to the punch in killing it. The… things demise ruined her clothes but she had to admit that she had a really good time doing it.

Zoe rises from her perch, walks over to a bag strewn near the doorway and removes several large binders. Walking back to the sofa, she removes everything from the coffee table, opens the binder, and empties its contents across the table’s barren surface. Everyone slips forward in their seats and looks down at the pictures and files strewn across the table. She lifts an old black and white picture and holds it up for us to see. “In one of my previous lives, I worked at a fabric factory. On the same night that Lucifer murdered me, a fire started in the factory and killed five women. One of them was Lana.”

"I stopped being a quiet woman the night Lucien handed me those divorce papers. Now, I’m the storm." I walked past him, the silk of my dress whispering against the marble floor. As I reached the top of the grand staircase, I saw Lucien. He was dressed in a black tuxedo that made him look like a dark god of industry. He looked up, and for a moment, the predatory glint in his eyes softened into something dangerously close to awe. "You’re late," he said as I reached the bottom step. "A Queen arrives exactly when she intends to, Lucien. You taught me that."

They'd always have a cat and mouse game in play. Amelia is outgoing, impulsive, and childish. On the contrary, Cecilia is shy, vigilant and serious. Amelia's eyes were blue and full of play. Cecilia's eyes were blue and full of admiration only for her king. "How are you feeling?" Cecilia asked. I decided not to answer and to jump straight to the point. "Did Lucian ever have a lover? Maybe say with curly blonde hair, green eyes and the bloodiest lip lacquer? I think her name was Charlotte." I questioned.