Lucifer Angel Novels & Stories

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

I instructed. " He would have to get into one of these mirrors," Liam said pointing at the mirror which was still intact. It made a lot of sense. " Angels are purer compared to us, so ain't you curious to know what passion and desires he is trapped in?" Liam said I turned around to give him a glare. " Lucifer was once an angel wasn't he?" I said with a smirk.

The feather again writes responses. "Lucifer is an angel just like Seraphim. Therefore they have the same weaknesses. Thus, for you to conquer him, you will have to trap him in his realm surrounded by the original holy oil and lance of Michael. As for freeing them, You can do it alone. You are an elemental my dear. Use the elements to destroy the restraints around them." "Which of the elements and how do I get to them. I have no access."

Luce brought out the rebel in me. He was my bliss. With him, I tested my limits, to be honest with him, I had none. Lately, Lucifer, usually a very easy going angel had a dark mood, he would angrily lash out on his brothers and sisters. Acting out of his angelic nature. He seemed to be displaying human emotions. He was definitely spending too much time with humans. He was losing himself. During one of our sparring lessons, he was far from the angel that I knew. He was fighting dirty using his powers which caught me off guard. Luci pinned me to the floor when it looked like he was going punch me, he just stopped dropped to his knees and straddled me and stared at me. His eyes refused to leave

I ask in bewilderment. “Angelique was the daughter of a very prominent demon of the demonic council. Malphas, to be precise. Lucifer’s war general.” Lucas replied, he jaw set in a grim line as he clenched his teeth. He didn’t look at me but instead, he looked about him trying to work out what his next move should be. “I thought you were Lucifer’s general?”

Even though everything is planned, the scene which is played in front of them is horrible. Now Lucifer is sprawled on the road soaked in his blood. His arms and legs are twisted at an uneven angle. Due to Lucian's speed, no one saw him pushing Lucifer. To onlookers, it felt like a suicide. Amber ran towards Lucifer even before the car stopped completely. She is unaware of what happened. So she is thinking that Lucifer killed himself. He is an angel once and is the current Lord of the underworld. He cannot be killed by a mere truck. It might kill a human, but not Lucifer.

He paused the video and zoomed in on each of his members wrists. There lay a tattoo of a snake eating its own tail. He took the video back and zoomed it on the other group's wrist. Iris eyes widened, her expression immediately turned grim. Her mind slowly getting a hang of what was happening. "You see, Iris I didn't kill your family." He flipped the slick laptop close and tossed it on the bed. "All of them are going to pay." She gritted her teeth her eyes staring ahead of her with determination. Cassian gave out a dark bone chilling chuckle. Iris recoiled.

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.

This should be Nate. Nate! The second that I think of him, I start sobbing. “Please!” I cry. Lucifer looks up at me. “Stop fighting it, Angel. I know that this is all new for you and you are still adjusting, but you are mine. You have been mine since the dawn of time. I will never let you go.” Fingers push into my core and my body clenches around them. “That’s right, baby. That feels good, doesn’t it?”