Lucien Grey Novels & Stories

This is how it ends. Suddenly, a voice shouted. “Elena!” Before I could turn, a shadow hit the first man, and knocked him to the ground. I blinked and I saw Lucien standing there, drenched, and his eyes burned with anger. “You shouldn’t have touched her,” he growled. He moved fast, too fast, and in seconds the three men were on the ground. Lucien’s hands were like iron and he did not even breathe heavily. He just looked at me, his eyes were sharp, and they cut through my chest

I still had my clothes on, and the mark had to disappear. “ Mileena you are a bless Lycan. You are destin for greatness,” Elder Vernon says.

That growl—was familiar. Lucian. The growl came again—closer this time. Louder. Hungrier. And then— Crash! The door exploded off its hinges, flying across the room like a missile. Lucian stepped through the smoke, tall and deadly, eyes glowing a merciless crimson. Blood coated his hands, staining the front of his shirt, dripping from the tips of his claws. "Lucian?" Ethan muttered under his breath. The blood stains made his head reel. Was that people’s blood?

My hands shook as I continued reading, feeling a mix of fear and pity for Atlas. In the journal, Atlas wrote about how he changed into a vampiric lycan during the full moon, becoming stronger than werewolves and vampires combined. He only sought blood and destruction, and he couldn't control it. He wrote about how he had killed his former Luna, Aurora's mother, during one of these episodes. The guilt of his actions had weighed heavily on his conscience ever since.

"I'm so sorry. I thought leaving you was the only way to keep you alive. I didn't know what he'd do to make you stay erased." "You didn't know," I say, though I have not forgiven her. Lucien hasn't moved from his chair since this whole emotional dump. I look at him through blurry eyes, and he's still looking at the photograph, and something in his expression shows grief. "I used to dream about a garden," he says finally, quiet and not really directed to any of us, but Katherine looks at him. He looks at the photograph and doesn't say anything else.

I said He started walking towards me. In the light of the moon, he was visible. I remembered the dream that I had the day of interview. Was it him on my dreams that day? But this time I knew Ruhi was not there to intrupt. He slowly made his way towards me. I had all fireflies in my tummy. Someone said we get butterflies in our tummy but I was getting fireflies. I don't know why but looking into his intense grey eyes can make me fall for him so easily. He leaned down to match his height with mine and he is kissing me for real. This time I couldn't see any secret that he was hiding behind his grey eyes. All I could see was the love that he had for me beyond his grey eyes.

I needed space from him. I found neither. Lucien was already there. He stood by the marble fountain in the center, jacket discarded, shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms. The ink of his tattoos peeked from beneath the crisp white fabric. When he turned and saw me, something in his gray eyes shifted—softened with dangerous tenderness before flaring into raw hunger. “Rain.” My name in his mouth was velvet and sin. I swallowed. “I thought I’d be alone.” “You’ll never be alone here.” He crossed the distance in three strides. “Not while I’m breathing.”

Someone else just sat in silence, staring at nothing. My throat burned. Even swallowing water stung. Then my eyes drifted to one side — almost without thinking. He was there. Lucien stood in a far corner, pressed against the wall. He had wedged himself entirely into the shadows, avoiding every angle of direct sunlight. But even so, the light crept in. His skin showed clear burn damage — the stretch of his arm was charred nearly black. He hadn't treated his wounds. He hadn't left. He was just standing there. Watching me.

he arched his arm for me with an uninterested grunt. My dad gently handed me over to him and together, we walked up to the priest. “Lucas Lorenzo, do you take Miss Victoria Lurkin here as your wife to love and to hold, in sickness and in health …” “No.” He answered cold and fast. The word left his lips before the priest could even finish the sentence. It was so sharp, so absolute, it felt like a physical blow to my chest There was an uproar of hums, gasps and whispers from the audience. Lucas didn’t turn to look at them, he just kept his eyes fixed on his bottle of wine.

All she knew was that she wanted to be in his arms, only that made her feel better. “ Please make it stop.” She broke into a new session of sobs which made Lucien clenched his jaw. [ Any one there?! ] He growled through the mind link. He didn’t care it was half past 1 in the morning and using his Alpha tone would leave an effect on his poor pack members. [ Some one fucking get me the healer right NOW!] [ Raphael you—] He stopped midway as if realizing something. Lucious still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that Raph wasn’t here anymore. He was so used to having his Beta around him.