Lucifer Black 40k Novels & Stories

His eyes flickered as his pupils dilated and red angry color covered his blue irises. "L-Luc-" A thunderous growl escaped Lucifer's lips as dark black clouds covered the sunny day. Kendrio looked fearfully at Lucifer as he scrambled back while Everett looked wide-eyed at him. Lucifer placed his hand on his chest as his heart clenched with pain and misery. Draven looked painfully at him even though he was as hurt as Lucifer was. "Calm him down!" Kendrio screamed as clouds thundered with bright lighting covering the skies. Lucifer snapped his head towards Kendrio as he flashed his canines at Kendrio and lunged in his direction.

Lucifer stared at the key with so much admiration. This was the moment he had been waiting for and now his supremacy was closer than ever. He stared at Nahamani. His eyes had returned to its normal color and they were sparkling in excitement. The angel he was staring at however ,was not as excited as he was. Lucifer crouched down to meet her eyes and he smiled. He was not actually planning to kill her but he knew he would have to because she will try to expose him.

He grabbed the shadow-child by the scruff of its swaddling clothes and lifted him up. Clement didn't wake up. He just let out a low, pathetic moan as the drain was disconnected. The infant opened its black eyes. It stared at Lucian. The room went ice-cold again. Lucian didn't flinch. He didn't drop the boy. He stared back into the void-eyes of the infant. "A Black Flag," Lucian murmured. A dark, terrifying chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Perfect. We’ll need a reaper for what’s coming."

Now that he had the opportunity to do so, he must take a closer look at its effects. "You don’t carry the aura of a Dark Race. However, you seem to be carrying something else other than your human aura. "Moreover, you have the ability to control four Rank 6 Zombies. It puzzles me greatly," the Black Dragon said, staring at Lucas. The Apocalyptic World had been around for a century now. The Black Dragon was also a Dark Race, but it had settled at the Black Dragon Pond to cultivate.

Lucas, one of the five elders suggested that they should be the ones to rule the whole Lycanthrope clan, having so much power they could rule the world, the other four refused saying the purpose of them attaining dark magic wasn't to change the system in way things had been and gave him a stern warning that if he proceeded with his plans he would be stopped by all four of them. Lucas tricked the four into believing he had dropped his foolish intent while in actual reality he studied more dark matter, trying to possess more,making himself stronger and more powerful than the four combined. At the expense of his dreams, he perished. What remained of him was pure dark matter spreading like a pan

They wore black-and-gold tactical gear, their faces hidden behind helmets that displayed a constant stream of "Narrative Data." "Subject 4-A (Silas Blackwood): Status - Rogue Heresy. Directive: Extraction," a voice boomed from the helmets. "Subject 4-B (Lyra Thorne): Status - Sovereign Variable. Directive: Re-calibration." They raised their rifles—weapons that didn't fire lead, but "Narrative Anchors." "They’re going to pin us to the script," Lyra hissed, her obsidian blade reaching its full, terrifying extent. She lunged for the first Collector, her shadow-wings creating a gale of violet starlight that shattered a nearby display case of "Designer Watches." Silas was a whirlwind of gold and

“Baby, wake up, please ” “He won’t wake.” Damien’s voice slithered through the lab, and I spun, my breath catching in my throat. He emerged from the shadows in a sleek black suit, his pale hair gleaming under the lights. His mismatched eyes, one silver, one abyss-black, gleamed with triumphant malice. Lucian’s growl rumbled through the room like thunder. “Touch him again, and I’ll rip your fucking heart out.” Damien tutted softly, drawing a wickedly curved dagger from his belt. “You’re too late, Blackthorne. His blood is already the key. The hybrid army will rise tonight, and your son will be the first Reaver Alpha.”

Lord Inveja: Not to mention the color of Greed, Pride, Wrath and Lust Lord Pregucia: It's incredible that a mere human possesses so many colors but that's not what we are here today right? Lord Anex: That's right, that day he produced two other colors we have never seen. Lord Drago: so what are these two colors? Lord Anex: white and black but I feel it is more suitable to call them LIGHT and DARK.

"I guess I underestimated the old man." Chloe frowned in confusion, watching as Lucas turned in his seat to look at her. The sight of him was enough to knock the air from her lungs. He was wearing a black Henley shirt that was stretched over his broad shoulder and muscled arms. He was muscled like two mountains guarding the door but Chloe could tell there was strength and agility packed into that hard body that only a well-trained Alpha could possess. It was too dark to see those hazel eyes that were the colour of the wilderness but Chloe thought she saw something akin to desire flash through them making her heart flutter like an excited bird.

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.