Lucien Grey Novels & Stories

Mandy's face turned an alarming shade of green as his devilish features loomed dangerously close. "And what if YOU DIE before you get the chance to answer him?" he whispered. A shiver ran down Mandy's spine. Lucien had always been ruthless—even to his own family. Just as she was about to pass out, he suddenly released her. She stumbled back, hitting the table and knocking over a glass, which shattered on the floor. Mandy gasped for air, too shaken to utter another word. Ignoring her entirely, Lucien picked up the folder Cynthia had left behind, flipping through the pages, his fingers tracing her delicate handwriting.

Liam grew up a rich son, everything he wanted when he was a child was given by his parents but when he found out about real life, like Judiel they both persevered to reach what they have worked so hard for now. They stood up together and left the coffee shop together, Lucille watched them from inside the car. She finally saw Judiel's friend whom he was talking about and teaching him things. Lucille came out to greet Liam. "You must be Lucille?" Liam asked as Lucille continued to approach him. Lucille smiled sweetly at him and reached out her right hand to introduce herself. "Yes, I am. Nice meeting you, Judiel told a lot about you," Lucille said. Liam smiled broadly at Lucille who still didn

~Lucienne~ The message from Dr. Hayes read, "Hello Lucienne, I hope this message finds you well. I apologize for the worry I may have caused by disappearing like that. Please know that I am safe and sound. I had a little accident on my way home but I am fine now. I just needed some time to rest and recuperate. I have been unable to reach the Alpha so please convey my apologies to him and let him know that I am truly sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused. Take care, Lucienne.”

The hallway outside Lucien Moretti’s private archive felt off. Too quiet, too spotless—almost like someone had scrubbed away every hint of life. Lila stood there, gripping the access card Lucien had handed her earlier. “Just for research purposes,” he’d said. His words had been steady, almost rehearsed. But his eyes—she couldn’t forget how tired they’d looked. That wasn’t like him. Lucien always seemed like the kind of man who slept deeply and woke up ready. Yet this morning, those dark circles under his eyes looked permanent.

she explained. The woman nodded. “I see. Who is your cousin, and what would you have to do if you had lost?” Nate growled, and I smirked. “He didn’t know I was his cousin, so he asked for a date. I made the tattoo the term for my winning because he insulted my friend who appears human. The loser in question is Matty Graycort.” “Wait, Matty Graycort who is a senior at Gayl U, and president of PLP?” she asked.

“I was under the impression you didn’t have a mate as yet.” I keep my face passive. “It’s complicated. Which is why I asked for an audience.” “Then please explain.” Lucini says with a grin that if I didn’t know better would be completely disarming. “We have all night.” Of course he fucking does. Vampires don’t sleep. But even now, I’m acutely aware of where my mate is, that she’s with Cain, in his bed, in his arms and more than anything, I want to storm out of this room and go join them.

I was about to speak when he silenced me with a gesture, his finger in his mouth. "Firstly, I'm deeply sorry," Lucian begged, his voice trembling. "I tried to control myself, but I couldn't. I'm sorry." I reassured him, "It's fine, Lucian." I pondered the events of the previous night, unsure how we became disconnected. Lucian's vulnerability to the vampire disease weighed heavily on my mind. He set the tray beside me, his expression pitiful. “You should eat,” Lucian said. As Lucian pushed the tray towards me, his eyes locked onto mine. He carefully cut a piece of chicken, his movements deliberate.

Creatures paused, sensing their general’s hesitation. Lucian moved. Fast. He leapt over the broken ridge and landed beside Elias, sword drawn, already glowing with the remnants of divine energy. “Elias!” he shouted, shoving him backward as a void beast lunged. Steel flashed. Blood—black and rotted—splattered the sand. Elias barely reacted. Lucian turned to him, gripping his shoulder hard. “Snap out of it—what the hell was that?” “I…” Elias stared straight past him, expression dazed.