Novel & Cerita Lucien Castle

I needed an explanation. "Time for war," Lucian clarified. "I got word my brother is moving his troops. I have to get ready." "You've been preparing all this time. Aren't we ready?" I asked. "Honestly no. We need a little more time but everything is going to work in my favor in the end. I'll emerge victorious. I'll have the world in the palms of my hand." "I know we're supposed to be serious right now but you have a villain monologue tendency."

I asked, voice gravelly with disuse. “Leading a ward team with Professor Zimmer to secure the apothecary and the infirmary,” Elias said, only barely glancing up at me as I went by. “They’re holding. For now.” I carried Kellan deeper into the hall, the interior walls of the castle familiar as my own skin, slick with the red of blood and something other. Coppery and acrid, the air hung heavy with smoke. I could hear screams farther down the hallway. And then I saw Lucien.

“Told you I’m not that easy to kill.” He laughed quietly as he stepped closer, his golden eyes gleaming in quiet pride. “So,” he said softly, tilting his head. “You’re in my Castle then… Wyverndale.” A small, crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Guess that means I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.” The words were light, teasing even, but there was something beneath them, something protective, warm, and a little dangerous. Lucien smirked faintly. “Oh, she’ll love that,” he drawled, earning an eye roll from Damien.

“In one of my previous lives, I worked at a fabric factory. On the same night that Lucifer murdered me, a fire started in the factory and killed five women. One of them was Lana.” She lifts another sheet. This one is an old journal entry that chronicles several deaths that occurred during the middle ages. “In this one, I was a servant girl at a castle. After I recalled the name of the castle, I researched and found out that the night after Lucifer murdered me, one of the other servant girls was beaten and raped by a group of marauders. During that life, I shared a room with two chambermaids. One of them was Lana, and the other one was Bree. Lana was the one that was killed.”

While he was staring at a creature munching on a reddish substance, the garden rumbled. All the spirits stared at him waiting for him to do something in response but he only watched. The garden rumbled again and Lucifer saw a particular tree rustling its leaves violently. He moved slowly to it, his eyes fastened on the large branches and the restless leaves. He was so engrossed in it, he almost missed the figure moving on the floor. The figure looked around the garden with a confused expression then he got up and stood on his two feet.

“There are forces much deadlier and stronger than us involved and I won’t let anyone be hurt because of me. I just wanted to tell you that I’m okay. I got away and I never stopped thinking about you.” “Will you stay in touch at least?” Castor pleaded, making Thalia’s heart break all over again. “I will. I promise.” Thalia replied quietly. — “Sir?” Lucien glanced up from his book to meet the expectant eyes of his personal assistant. The willowy young man waited until he was given permission to continue talking before taking a few steps into the large study, shadows cutting across his nervous features while his employer watched him with those eyes that gave away nothing and the slight tilt of

Alec said with a sigh “We need to get into the castle and...” “We can't,” I interrupted Isaac before he could finish. “They have invaded the castle and have taken Reine captive,” I added before they could ask any question I raised my head briefly to have a look at them, as they were quiet. Alec looked like he saw a ghost as he stared at me. “Reine?” He asked, trying to clarify I sighed and moved Lucien, laying him on my lap. “We have to find a way to get Lucien to safety,” I said, noticing as he was growing paler

LUCIEN'S POV I had brought Daisy to my castle in the northern mountains. It was an ancient place, built centuries ago by vampire lords. The perfect location for what I had planned. Daisy was currently locked in one of the tower rooms. I had made it comfortable for her - silk sheets, fresh flowers, gourmet food. But she was still a prisoner. I was in my study when Mila knocked on the door. "Come in," I called. Mila entered, looking nervous. "Lucien, I've been thinking. Maybe we should just let Daisy go. Noah will come looking for her, and when he does-"

"Shut up—they’re coming." The door slams open, and the air is punched from my lungs. Professor Lucien strides in, arms raised… and beside him stands his not-so-wife. His eyes lock on mine, and my heart lurches into a wild rhythm. "Let them go," he demands. Two more men file in behind her—the bald thug from earlier and another stranger. "I will," she sneers, "after you make the transfer." Lucien shakes his head. "You’re asking for what I can’t give. If it was money you wanted, you should’ve kidnapped my brother. He’s the one controlling the company funds.

He stopped right behind Henderson’s chair, leaning down until his ice-cold breath brushed against the developer's ear. "This 'dingy old castle' has stood for four hundred years," Lucian whispered, his voice a gravelly promise of absolute devastation. "It has withstood the siege of armies, the betrayal of kings, and the turn of centuries. My land is not for sale to a pack of sniveling corporate thieves, and my wolves do not run from the sound of a bulldozer. You will take your money, you will take your maps, and you will leave my glen before the storm breaks—or I will ensure the earth beneath the western ridge becomes your permanent final resting place."