Lucien Castle Novels & Stories

The carriage entered the northern domain in the dark. Lucien's castle rose black against the sky, the spires silent against the night, and every story I had heard about this place said it was a cold and dangerous ruin. But the corridor windows were lit with warm light, and the household moved quietly and with purpose. This didn't look like the cage the rumors described. It looked like somewhere you could actually rest. I stood at the entrance while my guard went to announce me, and this time Lucien didn't refuse outright. The wait was long.

That made me pause. Even in your confusion. She knew. Somehow, she knew more than she was letting on. Still, I said nothing. Lucian was carried carefully back to the carriage. This time, he was wrapped tightly in layers, his breathing deeper, steadier. I sat beside him the entire ride, holding his hand as the wheels turned beneath us and the moonlight guided us home. The crowd at the castle gates had grown. Voices rose, fingers pointed, curses hurled. “She’s cursed!”

Nope, let him learn the hard way. The same men from that night at the restaurant were there looking anxious, as if they'd been waiting for us. One of them stepped forward as if to say something but Lucien held up his hand and rebuffed him without breaking stride. "Not now uncle. Dennis!" He called out to someone who happened to be a very posh looking middle-aged human, vampyre mix. "Your highnesses!" He bowed and from the way Lucien rolled his eyes I was guessing this was not a regular occurrence.

She is friendly to all her consumers so I didn't read into it so much. I placed the cup on the counter and walked around to her. The guy, she talking to was handsome. He had all females' eyes of him and some males as well. As soon as we made eye contact, I smiled. "I am sorry to barge into the conversation." I said to him and turned to Ms. M. "I have to go, Ms. M." I kissed her cheek. "Lucifer is in the office today." She smiled. "I keep telling you to leave your cup on the table."

She replied. "Okay, go, but I will go with you." Medusa said trying to bring out her wings when Lucinda stopped her with her hand. "No, I will go alone, and I will be quick." Lucinda assured her and spread her wings in the air, leaping down the balcony toward the earth's ground as she entered it like a spirit, passing layers after layers on her way to Lucifer's castle. She flew toward his castle at great speed, flapping her wings in the air, with her eyes fixed on it. She fell from the roof into the castle and landed on the ground in the middle of Lucifer’s throne room, breaking the ground as she stood there, staring at Lucifer, who was in his throne.

“I meant politely, you little glowing gremlin! Not stalk a human like a curious cat discovering light bulbs!” “Well,” Yin straightened, lowering his voice dramatically, “about that... I was investigating the rumors. The ones about the land god’s successor. Just to verify.” “And?” Yin grinned. “Guess what, my lord?” “Tell me right now or I will punch your Adam’s apple through the phone screen.” “Selena Collins,” Yin said, glancing around theatrically like he was revealing royal gossip, “has the mark and it's already activating, centered, humming with spiritual inertia. I saw it myself. The land god prophecy nailed it.”

You know what I want, Saint. Saint. The nickname from his old life, the one he'd buried along with his father's empire when he'd walked away eight years ago. Except you never really walked away from the Castellane family. You just pretended you did until they decided you'd pretended long enough. Lucien's thumb hovered over the delete button, then stopped. He took a photo of the message instead, added it to the file he'd been building for months—the file he'd hoped he'd never have to use. Then he pulled up Maya's number on his real phone.

Rayne looked around the castle and saw how bright it still was. “We need to get Ehlark here unless you don’t think he is really in love with her,” Lucian told her with a sigh. This isn’t going to work too well if they can’t find her love. Lucian looked around the room to see that it was all greens, browns, and branches. The trees were part of the walls. Shelves were built from the limbs of the trees. The windows were built from the tree roots. He could see that the tree was part of the roof. The walls were solid wood, with paint on them. It was strange to think they might have painted a living tree. Pictures hung on small limbs that poked out around the walls. Pictures of the Xylia, The Trip

I looked thoroughly claimed. Lucian dressed in a black button-down and dark trousers, sleeves rolled up to show the corded muscle of his forearms. He looked every inch the ancient, dangerous lord he was. He took my hand and led me through the castle. It was even more beautiful in daylight — or what passed for it behind the heavy curtains. Dark stone walls, towering ceilings, chandeliers that looked hundreds of years old. Servants — mostly human, some vampires — bowed as we passed. None of them spoke unless spoken to.

A sharp shudder ran through Lucien's chest, he staggered back, into the shadowed room. ‘How did he see me?’ he wondered. The chamber sat high above the yard. The glass clouded with age, yet the old man raised his hand and gave Lucien a single wave. Lucien's eyes widened at that. He kept looking until the carriage’s wheel crunching through the gravel finally disappeared through the iron gate of the royal packhouse. His walk with Papa Ganda wasn't as expected. Lately, nothing has happened as expected. This was day three since Lillian was cast into the dungeon. He knew his sister would never forgive him, and he wasn't sure what to do.