Lucien Castle Novels & Stories

“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."

The sight froze him. Castelle was inside — frail, bruised, but glowing with a softness he hadn’t seen in months. She sat on the chair by Lucien’s bed, her hand resting over his. Lucien, pale but alive, smiled faintly as if her presence had been the only medicine he needed. “…And then I opened the little baking shop,” Castelle was saying. “During the day, I drowned myself in work. At night… I cried, I missed him, even when I tried not to.”

I dragged my box, and grabbed my son's finger. This is just the beginning of their agony, I'm going to get rid of Madison at all costs. Furthermore, I walked out of the castle's gate, staring at the big castle. Is this how much Lucien loves Madison? He's ready to kick his first love out with his child? Okay! I know Marvin is not actually his child, but he has no idea, right? “I hope you never return to the castle again” I heard his voice from the corridor of a story building.

⸻ That night, when the halls emptied and whispers spread like wildfire, Zaria paced their chamber. “He appeared from nowhere,” she said, her voice low but sharp. “And no one dared stop him. Who is he, Lucien?” Lucien stood by the window, moonlight gilding his profile, his jaw tense. “A ghost the estate pretends doesn’t exist. Cassian. A rival too dangerous to banish, too clever to kill.” Zaria’s heart thudded. “And he’s watching us.” Lucien turned then, crossing to her in two strides. He cupped her face, his touch both tender and fierce. “Then let him watch. Let them all watch. You are not a tether, Zaria. You are fire.”

Getting out of the car was Lucian clad in all white outfit, with black sun shades covering his eyes. "He is so handsome, and at the same time, extremely rich. I want him." One of the women staring at Lucian spoke up. Roseline stared at him for a while, have a feeling of familiarity towards this guy. Like she had seen him before, that was weird. She turned around to leave, but overheard different praises about this man in white. "He is smart, handsome rich, intelligent, and owner of a real life company." "I wish I had parents who can give me a company I can run. I will live my life as a queen."

For the first time, Lucien didn't sound like a king discussing politics. He sounded like a man stating facts. Unpleasant facts. --- "Then why bring me here?" The question escaped her lips. Lucien answered without hesitation. "Because Castle Nocturne is the safest place in the world." Elara laughed. The sound surprised both of them. "Safe?" She gestured around the room. "This place is full of vampires." "Exactly." The confidence in his answer irritated her. Yet a small part of her understood. No army could invade Castle Nocturne.