Lucien Grey Novels & Stories

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”

I replied placing the picture back with the other belongings. Just as I turned back to leave, Jarry's word's halted me in place. "That's not true. Sir Lucian loves you" he stated aloud halting me in my steps. "I watched him for years as he aimlessly searched for you. Many times he had drank himself to stupor. Many a times he had called out your name in his sleep" uttered Garry. "Don't defend him Jarry. That's enough" Lucian love me? That was a cruel joke!

I thought, with a bitter feeling in my heart. “Explain to me again why we’re here in this luxurious hotel? I thought we were going after a scientist, a doctor, a…” Lucien took a deep breath and stood up nobly, like a king, growing twice his current size. He came toward me, looking at me in a sensual way after finishing unbuttoning his clothes. He opened his shirt wide, letting it fall to the floor. Immediately, I refused to look at him, lowering my head submissively. The wolf inside me had made me so aroused so quickly that I almost felt like a puppet. She would undoubtedly make me lie with my legs open to receive this virile man’s thick member.

This couldn’t be real. But it was. I was about to marry the Lycan King. - - - Alpha Damien Blackwood stood tall and still. His face was unreadable but very handsome, I wondered if he was real. I have never seen a man look this good. His eyes—dark and sharp held me in place. They were locked on me with a kind of intensity that made my skin prickle.

Lucian then stood up, bowed a little out of respect and began walking towards the exit but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. When he turned back, he saw the straight face of Amarok the Grey staring back at him. "Beware of Damon, my Lord.... beware of Damon's submissive nature". Lucian then nodded his head and looked to Amarok's hand on his shoulder and Amarok quickly withdrew his hand as Lucian strutted out of his gloomy lair. GRENALIA, MORNING HOURS. "Yaaawn", Anna stretched out of her bed as the Matron walked in and began arranging her clothes for the day.

"It was... it was Lucian Grey. He buried a bag of explosives near the altar. When the guards caught him, he kept demanding to see you." Lucian was the son of a minor pack's Alpha. His father, Viktor, had sent him to our pack as part of a political union to secure our alliance. But just days ago, Lucian had slipped wolfsbane into my water. When I found out, I'd banished him to the Wasteland in a fury. I never expected him to escape the guards and bomb our altar. The altar was the most sacred symbol of any pack. The news sent shockwaves through our entire territory. I watched the media coverage play out on the screen — cameras cutting to three or four guards pinning Lucian to the ground. No ma

But more like gently pushing a child away from ones embrace. "We have a lot to discuss edward" Jacobi said He didn't wait for alpha Winchester to reply and he strutted towards the stairs. Alpha Winchester fell in place behind him. It was a little weird seeing a middle aged man being treated like a child by a younger looking person. But when immortality becomes you, age begins to drift too. "So where's Kayden?" The sound of liliana's high pitched voice broke me out of my reverie I frowned "you can drop the act Liliana. Jacobi is gone"

“Of course you’re not going to say anything.” Still, he said nothing. Her eyes narrowed, irritation flaring hotter. “That’s what you do, isn’t it? Walk into places, ruin everything, and then just stand there like you had nothing to do with it.” Lucian’s jaw flexed, and he raised an eyebrow to her, "Are you saying I ruined your life? How exactly? Mind to explain?" Grace took a step closer, her gaze fixed on him like she was trying to force a reaction out of him. “Do you even understand where we are?”

And as he disappeared into the mist, the first drops of rain began to fall again—washing the blood from his hands but not the war from his soul. He moved like a ghost through the forest, each step slow but certain. The mansion loomed in the distance, its windows faintly lit, as if waiting for him. Every instinct screamed that walking back there was suicide. But the thought of Ariella hurt, scared, trapped kept him moving. By the time he reached the edge of the property, dawn was just beginning to stretch across the sky. The world looked almost peaceful. Deceptive. Lucien crouched behind the old stone wall, studying the house. He could see shadows moving inside. One of them stopped by the win

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”