Lucien Castle Novels & Stories

“My source just gave me another piece of information.” I looked at him immediately. “What is it?” “Cassian is on his way to Ironvale City right now.” My heart thumped. “He's coming here?” “Yes.” Lucien looked at his watch again. “He should be at Roosevelt's place…” He paused. “In twenty-seven minutes.” I immediately turned towards the door. “Then I have to go.” I barely took a step before Lucien grabbed my arm. I stopped and looked back at him. “You'd better be careful,” he muttered, his eyes suddenly serious. “It'll be a loss if you die without achieving anything.”

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I told Lucian, "I want to go back." "But that's no fun," he said in a dark voice, his evil grin stretching across all of his lips. I swallowed hard and parted my lips to beg him again, but the carriage stopped suddenly, and the door opened. Lucian got up and walked out of the carriage first. He then reached into the carriage, grabbed my arm roughly, and pulled me out. As I fought with him, he growled at me again to warn me, but this time, the dark look on his face really scared me. At this point, I was sad about everything. I had to go with him quickly. He showed me inside his castle, which was very different from Zeifa's. The one in Zeifa looked very old, but something about his castle made

Mateo looked from the cake to Lucien, assessing him—the large, imposing man who smelled of wealth and safety. "Did you fight them too?" Mateo asked Lucien, his voice barely audible. Lucien walked toward them, stopping well short of the bench. He kept his hands visible, open. "I did," Lucien admitted, his voice rougher than Ariella’s, but equally honest. "I made mistakes a long time ago, big ones, that allowed the bad people to take power. But yes, when your sister decided to fight for you, I stood beside her. I fought for you both, Mateo. And I will continue to fight to keep the safety your father earned for you."

"I might have to ask the Council to halt the dissolution of our bond. Your behavior tells me you need more time to mature." Celeste stifled a laugh, already picturing my surrender. I looked at them both and found the situation utterly absurd. "The wards?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, laced with something like pity. "Lucien... can't you feel it? This castle is dead." The air went still. The smiles on Lucien and Celeste's faces froze. "What?" Celeste was the first to react, her voice shrill. "What did you say?" "Dead?" Lucien's eyes went wide. He looked around the hall, truly seeing the oppressive cold and silence for the first time. "What did you do?"

"Whether any of it matters to what we're fighting now." He turned away. Lucas pushed off the car, his eyes moving between us, reading something I couldn't see. "We should go," Lucas said. "Before James sends someone to check if we followed." Lucien nodded. But he didn't move immediately. He stood in the dark street, looking at the empty space where Marguerite had been. "Get in the car," he said finally. "Both of you. We'll figure out the next move at the estate." I got in. Lucas drove. And Lucien sat in the back seat, the photograph in his hand, the stitches in his arm pulling with every bump in the road, his eyes fixed on the dark city outside the window.

The Guardian looked at her. “Because memories reveal truths.” A cold wind swept through the valley. “And some truths have the power to start wars.” ⸻ Far away, Lucien stood in the heart of the ruined castle. The walls around him shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. Yet he did not move. The shadow behind him watched carefully. “You know she will hate you.” Lucien closed his eyes. “Yes.” “You know she will never understand why you are doing this.” “Yes.” The shadow tilted its head.

Lyra sat at the dining table, a generous spread of food placed neatly in front of her. Her tablet was open, and she was quietly reading through documents. The house was calm. Then she heard footsteps from the stairs. She looked up. Lucien came down slowly. He wore a plain white shirt and black trousers. His hair was slightly messy, yet he still carried himself with surprising elegance. Each step was steady, controlled, almost disciplined. His hand rested lightly on the railing as he descended.

It was truly a disgusting path of action. Lucian picked up an old entry, the paper wrinkling quickly under his grip. He took a single step towards me and I couldn’t tell if he was looking at the paper or at me. After a minute, the paper was discarded and he was looking right at me. “A threat against our interests is one thing,” Lucien’s voice was dangerously low, a deep, resonating hum in his chest. “But if this is a seduction tactic to convince you to trust someone else’s history, someone else’s logic…”

“We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.” He didn’t look convinced. He stepped closer. “Unremarkable, huh? I’ll be watching you, ‘Medor.’” “Feel free,” I said coolly. He walked off, still staring at me like I was hiding something. Then the crowd went quiet again. Lucien raised a hand. “Welcome,” he said, his voice calm and strong. “You are here to compete for a place at my side. But this is more than a contest—it’s about legacy.”