Lucien Castle Novels & Stories

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.

He had no desire to marry, let alone marry a witch. Lucien turned and walked out on his father. “I can't do this, father. I have somewhere I need to be.” “Lucien,” Alaric called out, ordering him to stop and listen. But Lucien didn't. He left the mansion, the cold evening breeze hitting his face. He got into the car, closing it harder than necessary. His thoughts spiraled as he drove around the city How many sacrifices had he already made to protect the secret of day walking? How many enemies had his father created in the name of control and power? How many wars has he fought to keep his family safe from all harm and those who want revenge on Alaric?

“…that makes no sense, I doubt Van has even so much as visited Yorkshire in decades.” It was Celeste’s turn to smile like she knew something he didn’t which caused the smile on Lucian’s face to die a quick death. “He has. In fact, I can tell you with a hundred percent accuracy that he is as we speak.” She smiled seeing Lucian’s face twist into something dark and ugly. He was thoughtless. What this could mean, he had no idea, but it could never be anything good if Evander thought it wise to go to Yorkshire. Most especially now when a war was brewing and awaiting the right moment to erupt into the utter destruction of all species.

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.

“Papa, come! We need a guard for the castle.” Lucian raised an eyebrow. “A guard? Or perhaps a villain who tries to destroy it?” His voice had that teasing edge, deep and rich, and Isla’s lips curved despite herself. “Nooo!” Aaric shrieked, giggling. “Not a villain. You’re Papa, you have to protect us!” Lucian knelt down anyway, his tall figure folding awkwardly into the sand. “Very well. But maybe I should test the castle first.” And with exaggerated drama, he lifted his hand as if to smash one of the towers.

His grin was polite, but his gaze lingered on my body with a primal hunger like he already knew how I tasted down there. “Oh hey, Lucien!” Cassia spoke up in a smile, furrowing her brows. “You were the least person I expected to see here” Lucien didn't spare her a glance, his gaze still lingering on me. “Well you didn't expect me to miss the return of the Luna's heir, did you? I've heard interesting things” I smiled softly. “And which half of them are true?" “Ahh yes” he grinned widely. “Let's hope the other half is interesting”

But the words—the promise—was too tempting to ignore. Elias. Back where he belonged. With him. Away from Lucian. "How?" Tristan forced out. "Lucian has him locked down tighter than a fortress. I can’t even get near him." "And that," Luca said, voice dripping satisfaction, "is why you need me." He swept across the room to a small table, pulling out a faded parchment. A map—Lucian’s mansion, sprawling and intricate, was sketched across it in harsh lines. "Lucian built himself a palace so perfect, so impenetrable," Luca murmured, tracing a finger along the walls, "he forgot something important." He looked up, eyes gleaming. "Power makes you lazy. Arrogant."