Lucien Grey Novels & Stories

Leo grabbed his daggers. From the silver mist, Lucien emerged. He wasn't alone. He was riding a massive, charcoal-grey wolf, and his Forsaken warriors were behind him, their grey eyes glowing with a cold, predatory hunger. Lucien looked at the silver birches, the crystal pool, and the ancient Elder with a look of pure, unadulterated loathing. "So," Lucien said, his voice echoing through the sanctuary. "The holy ground. The place my mother died to protect."

And from the center of the army— He rose. Lucien. Clad in ash-black armor, his eyes burned red with eldritch power. His face, once handsome, was twisted now—still Celeste’s kin, but changed by darkness. His mouth curled into a cruel grin as he spotted the flame. “Lyra,” he called out across the void, his voice both echoing and growling. “You’ve come to die again.” She stepped forward. “No,” she called back. “I’ve come to finish what your sister couldn’t.”

The next instant, Lucien launched himself away from my body and threw the blanket over our bodies covering the sight of nakedness. My thoughts began to get jumbled as I observed how Lucien's face had become devoid of colors. When I could not help but feel a growing sense of curiosity, I turned in the direction of Lucian's terrified stare. As soon as I laid my eyes on those eyes, which were a bluish-gray color and clouded over with hatred, my heart began to pound in my breast. Breathtaking... I had seen him once or twice at most. His face was so magnificent that the word ‘forgetting’ wouldn't allow itself even if one tries their hardest to.

Santiago couldn't stop looking at the beautiful blue eyes of the woman in front of him, who at first glance looked like a woman of class, the only thing he still couldn't understand was what she was doing on the floor with her little daughter. Luciana was very sure that the man was the father of the girl, if she was identified with him, even the mole on the left side was there, that man was very tall, dark-skinned, had beautiful brown eyes, black hair and a beard. days made him look incredibly attractive, Luciana did not know what was happening with her, since since Diego's death she had never paid so much attention to a man.

He said softly and remorsefully, “I’ll be home as soon as I finish up.” I nodded at him with a calm smile and stood there, in the downpour, watching his car disappear down the street. I had loved Lucien Grey for ten years, and never once did I expect to be anything more than a shadow in his life. Then, three years ago, Summer had bailed on the Marking Ceremony, and Lucien stood before the whole pack, asking if anyone else was willing to be bonded to him as his mate. I stepped forward immediately. I had loved him quietly for so long, and for three years, he had been nothing but gentle, so much so that it all felt like a dream. Just when I began to think maybe h

Lucien asked mockingly as he made his way toward me. I freaked out and I almost peed on myself. “What do you want, Lucien?” I questioned. “I want your life, and that of everyone in your family!” he said menacingly. “Why? It is illegal to kill people!” “Do you still consider yourselves people? I thought that you were already animals!” “You are the one who is an animal who goes around killing people like it is nothing!” I spat at him. Although I was filled with fear and I probably knew that the chances of him letting me go were minimal, I cannot let him step all over me!

Lucien knocked softly on the office door of Mr. Grey, the Chief Inspector and his superior. Mr. Grey had sent for him. “Come in,” the man’s voice sounded from inside. Lucien gently opened the door and stepped in. The faint smell of coffee and paper filled the room. Mr. Grey sat behind his desk, flipping through a file. He didn’t look up immediately. Lucien walked forward and stood in front of the desk, his hands clasped behind his back.

He could still feel the ghost of her pulse against his fingertips. He told himself it was the mark reacting to proximity. He didn’t believe himself. The door behind him opened. He didn’t have to turn to know who it was. “Enjoying the weather?” Helena’s voice slid into the air, calm and unbothered. Lucien pocketed his phone. “You were at Elaris General.” A pause. “I see the reports reach you quickly.” “You signed Case Gray.” “I did what was necessary.” His jaw tightened. “You burned a woman alive.”

I said, it was only his name, but it was enough to make him look at me rather than him I always called him sugar, or baby, but never Lucian. So when I did he knew I was being serious. He slowly lowered his gun, nodded towards the entrance for us to leave I nodded back, slipping my hand in his and pulling him away "Behind every great man... there's a pussy that's got em caged" Aedion laughed. Oh fuck And just like that Lucian's hand wasn't in mine anymore He was squaring off with Aedion Cassian stood beside me, choosing not to interfere

They hadn't been with her. Instead, they were where they'd been for days now. Wickery Bridge. The feeling of the cold water and her fragile body in his arms. Lucien stood, putting on his shirt and jacket without making a sound. He didn’t bother waking the woman. She wouldn’t care. Neither of them expected anything from each other. He left before the sun fully set. By evening, he was walking through the city, blending in. He fed well every time to avoid looking paler than he already was as a vampire.