Lucien Castle Novels & Stories

I turned my head and looked at my swollen belly and muttered under my breath; “baby, you have to protect mummy or she will be eaten by the big bad wolf.” My day was spent eating and sleeping. I could not do anything in this period of time. I even felt like looking through the documents was very tiring so, I just let them be. “By the way darling, do you have any news about that psychopath?” I asked Lucien who was pealing an apple on the sofa. “We have some leads but we have not pinpointed his exact location.” Lucien said. “It has been so long and his minions have been taken care of. Just what exactly does he want?” I inquired. Ever since the competition, Lucien has been trying to find Benson.

Lucian said, his voice sounding deep and dangerous. "Last time she was under your trap, you failed and I think it is time for me to make the next move".The man's voice said curtly. "Did you do what I asked you to do?". Lucian asked, ignoring his comments. "Yes". He responded. "I discovered that there is a weak wall at the back of the castle, we can attack from there". He said. "But all we want is the weapon and Lucifer's mate is the weapon we just need that could bring down this castle, I don't why you choose to do everything the hard way". The man added.

Elena chose to answer first since all the maids were shivering like a leaf, " She..She is inside..She..She seems terrified.. Lucien.. Don't be harsh on her.." Lucien didn't give her the chance of completing her words as he rushed inside his bedroom. That stained sheet was changed and new set of fresh clothes were given to the dead body. Lucien heard about the sudden attack that occurred in castle when he was going for Black River Pack's territory. His heart jumped out of his chest when he learnt from the guard that the murderer had went straight for Isabella's room.

And another. Cassius stumbled backward, his breath catching in his throat as the perimeter security was systematically, silently dismantled in seconds. From the pitch black shadows of the archway, a massive, heavily scarred figure stepped slowly into the blinding light of the chandeliers. His crisp white shirt was ruined. His hands were wrapped in dark tactical tape, dripping with fresh blood. His pitch black eyes were entirely consumed by a feral, apocalyptic hellfire. Lucian Sterling had arrived. And the King was ready to burn the castle to the ground.

She said and left me alone. A witch, a Devil, and maybe Enoch was an angel and Roshan a demon and what could Lucian be? A vampire? This was crazy, has to be a bad dream. Lucian watched the castle, where he used to live, where he had grown up, from a mountain far away. The castle where heavily guarded. Every gate, every corner, every door were guarded by soldiers with weapons. It would be impossible to enter and kill his brother unless his brother decided to come out.

Nicholas said and left without further exchange of words from either of them. Lucien knew he had to go. Not because he wanted to but he knew better. Maybe going would make his father back off a little bit. He would meet with her simply for formalities. The next day, Lucien headed out to slush cafe. When he arrived, he picked a spot and sat. The view was beautiful- Humans going about their day peacefully, without a care in the world. A few minutes later, a lady walked up to him, she looked like she was in her middle twenties. Black long and lush hair.

Blood stopped rushing to his legs and his feet left the floor. “Who is she?!” Celeste yelled, her sky blue orbs flaring bright neon blue as she squeezed his neck like it was a stress toy. Lucian chuckled but said nothing earning a frustrated sound from Celeste as she flung him to the table, not caring if his weight broke it but Lucian caught himself just in time, sticky feet grabbing onto the floor strong enough to steady him and save the already fragile table a brutal death. The slippery skin of the reptilian like creature he had transformed to last minute retracted as he retook his place on the table. “If you’re done with your pissy fit…” he poked, laughing when she growled like a wild ani

The tactical room of the castle was a hollowed-out cavern of shadows, lit only by the flickering holographic projections of the Santa Clara Hub. The air was cool, but the tension was thick enough to taste. Lucien, though pale and braced against the table, stood with a new, eerie stillness. The silver scar on his chest pulsed with a faint, rhythmic light - a visual metronome for the Archive-enhanced blood now pumping through his veins.

but my sentence died when my eyes caught Lucien standing just outside the college building. He was standing casually with his hands in his pockets. He gave a knowing look before moving his gaze to Kai, who was already staring at him. The hold on the strap of his bag tightened as he continued looking at Lucien. I touched Kai's arm softly to get his attention. Lucien caught the small action instantly, his jaw tightened. Giving me one final look, he disappeared among the crowd of students. "Who is he?" I knew the question was coming. "And don't say you had a class with him, you don't have the same majors."

Inside, my son was under the watch of Eleanor—a woman who would rather burn her world down than lose her throne. "Where is Liam?" I demanded, my voice low but laden with threat. Sarah didn't lower her weapon. "Inside, in the main study. Eleanor is waiting. She knew you were coming, Elowen. But she didn't expect you to bring this 'gift'." "And those men report to me now," a raspy voice cut through the darkness. We turned. Lucien stood there, leaning against a gate pillar, his bandages still seeping blood, yet holding the mansion's biometric control unit. He should have been in an ambulance, but this man seemingly refused to die before he finished what he started.