Lucien Castle Novels & Stories

Lucian had appointed a young man named Josiah to handle the back-and-forth trips between the former Lycan kingdom and the castle to collect essential goods, including fruits, vegetables, and other supplies. Lucian became suspicious of Josiah's prolonged stay in the south tower, where he would store the shipments. Curiosity compelled Lucian to follow Josiah one morning and discover the reason behind his lingering. To his surprise, he found Josiah gazing intently out of a window that offered a breathtaking view of the small lake behind the castle. Lucian noticed that Josiah's eyes were fixated on something intensely, his breathing heavy as he licked his lips and began to unbuckle his belt.

Back there in the vampire kingdom it was the time to set everything in place as planned by Lucien and Curtis. As the moon cast an eerie glow over the ancient castle, Lucien, the young and charismatic vampire, stood before the vampire lord Khal, the imposing Vampire supreme, in his dark throne room. Lucien's piercing red eyes were filled with determination as he tried to persuade Khal to take action against Pierce, his supposed ally. Lucien: "My Lord Khal, I come to you with urgent news. Pierce, your trusted ally, has been acting against your wishes. He has been making secret deals with other supernatural beings and has been plotting to undermine your authority."

Hasgard stared sharply, his blood boiling at the sight of a half-human inside the palace, dirty blood that had wiped out many wolves eight years ago. Lucien folded his arms across his chest and lifted his chin, displaying authority and threat. “No one must know about this. She is my little toy.” “I will throw her away once I’m bored,” Lucien declared, shocking Hasgard. “But Your Majesty, dirty blood flows in her veins, the descendant of a demon who...” Hasgard was about to mention the incident from eight years ago, but before he could continue... Lucien turned to him, staring with sharp ocean-blue eyes. Without even touching him, Hasgard’s body suddenly slammed onto the grand palace floor.

I smile and follow Kane to the elevator. Neither one of us speaks in the elevator, the door opens to the floor, and my stomach knots when I see Lucien perched on my desk, waiting. He’s never waited in my office before. He doesn’t look at Kane when we enter; his eyes are fixed on me, face unreadable. “Sit down,’ he says, voice flat. I sit, thankful because my legs weren’t going to hold out much longer under his cold stare. “I want to be very clear about something.” His voice is low and even. “That wasn’t Castello in my building, right?” Right, nothing goes unnoticed with him.

Just like Vesper, Lucius knows how to pick his homes. Lucius was there to greet us the moment we arrive in front of his rustic yet very grand castle. Tessa was still busy taking in her surrounding. It was cold, dark, and enchanting while slightly eerie in its way. I do not doubt that it was making my little killer fall in love with the place, even before she sees his medieval dungeon. And as Lucius reads my possessive feeling for the little killer he gave me his rare smile. "I guess you won't be needing a separate bed chamber then? Or will you be sleeping in your castle later?" He asked in the region's native language.

"A castle. It would have to be a bloody castle," Ashton muttered as he knelt behind a large boulder bordering the lake facing Castle Kincade. Godric, Cedric and Lucien were with him on either side as they studied the massive edifice in the distance. "So much for our plans of overtaking them on the road," Lucien grumbled. Godric stared intently at the castle before glaring at Lucien. "Those Scots were devils when they fought us over bar wenches. I'd hate to see what they would do to protect their kin."

When the old man said nothing in reply to his last question, Lucien gruffly said, “No! No! I was born to rule over clans and kingdoms and you know that.” As if in agreement to his words, the whole castle reverberated as lightening from nowhere stroke, the thunderous sound shaking the walls of the building and Lucien puffed his chest proudly. “Mmmmmmm…” The old man sighed, out of words obviously and this was a sign that he was tired of the conversation. Another dark smile creeping up his lips, Lucien mumbled as he began to stride out of his room, “I guess we are done here. I’ve laid out inarguably true facts.”

Lucien tapped his cane rhythmically on the floor as he walked towards the large open gates of a castle that, just a couple of years ago, was once his. The loud sound of his cane tapping on the stone floor, echoed across the castle like warning bells. For the first time in years, the guards stationed by the gates bowed as Lucien walked through them. Just a couple of days ago, all of them had pretended not to see Lucien whenever he moved. Now that the news of his encounter with Varion had spread, he was beginning to not just be feared but also respected.

“I kept these all these years… just to remind myself you weren’t a dream I made up to survive the dark. I’ve known you were my true mate ever since I first saw you. ” Days later—news from the North. Lucian’s castle burned to the ground in a single night. The flames rose so high they turned the sky red, and by dawn only blackened ruins remained. No one died in the fire, but everything that had made Lucian powerful,his gold, his ancestral crest, the war scrolls passed down through generations,was reduced to ash. When my brother heard the news, he tossed another log into his hearth, watched the flames swallow it whole, and smirked.

the door opened, and Lucien stood still with a tray in his hands. Lucien's eyes dropped and his jaw clenched. He quickly loosened up. He put the tray on the table and walked out as fast as he could. “He will be fine. He's having a tough time keeping intruders away from this castle,” Damion said without blinking. Deep down, I knew Lucien was angry—because of Damion and me.