Lucien Castle Novels & Stories

A gruff and well-educated voice called out to Lucian. Lucian looked around, then looked at the gentleman. Looking closer he realized that he was an older version of the man he saw in the microflach. This must be the Fire Marshall that adopted Arabella. Lucian wiped his suddenly sweaty hands on his new blue jeans and stepped forward. “No Sir, I don’t believe I’m lost. At least I hope not after a ride like that.” Lucian gave a half laugh. The man did not smile. “My name is Lucian Alexander.” No recognition lit the old man’s face. “I’m here to see Arabella. We have unfinished business.” Jack gave Lucian a sour look. He did not like the looks of this guy.

On the line next to it, a signature was already written in sharp, bold black ink. Lucien Knight. I stared at the name, the room suddenly spinning around me. Lucien Knight. The private, billionaire CEO everyone talked about. The one person the public tagged as heartless. Lucien….. Lucien Knight was also Jason's cousin.

And Elena was already someone else's wife. I forced down the surge of blood in my throat. "I want to see her." "The Lady doesn't want to see you." "Move aside." My voice went cold. But the guard didn't give an inch. This was not the Prince's domain. The people of House Blackthorne would not clear the way for my rank. Soon, the castle doors opened. Lucien came out. He wore a long black coat, a heavy outer robe over his shoulders. The wind and snow fell against him, and his expression stayed calm.

Lucr hungrily devoured her food which was like a mountain and even dished more. "WOW she eats like two grown wolves.'Rex said making me laugh as Everyone turned to look in my direction."What's so funny Cas?dad asked releasing his aura making me bare my neck in submission. "stopp_d_a_d."I manage to mind link him but it seems Alec was angry at me for God knows what."what's wrong mom? you seem pressured."our heads snap towards Luci who was shoving crayfish into her mouth. Dad reliazed that his aura was affecting Jane in the process of making me submit but it was not affecting Lucy which kept us wondering why?

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.

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!”

“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.”