Lucifer Black 40k Novels & Stories

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

A man stood at the center of the hologram. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black. His presence radiated power even through a screen. Cold. Ancient. Predatory. Seraphine’s chest tightened just slightly. Enough to notice. “Who is he?” she asked. Halvorsen’s voice dropped. “Lucien Blackthorn.” The name echoed through the room like a warning. “Alpha of the Nightfall Pack,” he continued. “Immortal. Unkillable. Over three hundred years old.”

Zelina's (Hydra) voice brought Aragorn back to reality. "Who is Dark?" Lucifer asked. "The former God of the moon, the one Zia fought and killed. He, like Zia, was also reborn." Hydra answered. "He is the king of darkness and demons." Amaya chips in and smirks, staring inside the dark pit. "But we are getting you out, let's see if you can defeat him and regain the kingship from him." "Don't test me Amaya," Lucifer said with a growl. "I have been in here for years, this Dark of yours cannot survive the heat in here. Do it now quickly, suck out my soul. I can sense two of the holy ones coming." he added.

Cassian slowly raised the small black device that had been resting in his palm. His black eyes darkened, calm but foreboding, like a storm gathering on the horizon. Her eyes shifted to the object in his hand, before she could ask what it was… CLICK. A violent jolt ripped through her body, every muscle locking at once. Her muscles seized. Her knees buckled, and she crashed to the floor, a cry escaping her lips before she could stop it. The sensation vanished almost as quickly as it came, leaving her breathing hard against the cold concrete.

“We must find a better way to destroy humanity. Even without the help of the scroll.” Lucifer stared at his brother with a serious expression on his face. “We should do more than just destroy God’s beloved creations.” he stood from his throne having that wicked grin on his face. “We could use them to do our biddings. Let’s see what God would do with these humans. If they are all under the influence of the darkness.” “Then let me make it into something that nobody can resist.” Kristoff showed himself out of nowhere. “I will make use of their thirst for visuals to create an army. And they shall all follow my orders without resistance.”

ThenLucien’s voice echoed inside her mind. “Black blood… the final seal. Once it awakens, you will no longer be human.” She screamed, fighting to hold on but it was too late. Her eyes flared crimson. Fangs emerged. Power surged through her body like a storm. The air twisted. Blood erupted from the ground, writhing like living shadows. Marcus stared in horror. “Dear God… what is this?” Dr. Alaric’s smile widened. “The Black Blood, the hybrid lineage of Lilith and Draven. At last, it awakens.”

When he finally pulled back, his broad chest heaving against hers, the apocalyptic predator had flawlessly returned. "We bury him today," Lucian rasped, his eyes burning with pure vengeance. They stepped out of the heavy aerospace door and into the blinding, absolute zero of the Siberian night. The biting wind was catastrophic, but Lucian moved flawlessly in front of Zara, acting as a massive, towering thermal shield as they trekked across the frozen crater toward the blown out nuclear steel doors of the Blacksite. They descended into the cavernous, subterranean vault. It wasn't a prison. It was an ancient, completely analog throne room carved directly into the bedrock.

“It’s not theirs any longer. And it’s not like anyone’s using them at all. You oughta be happy that someone cares enough to let ‘em loose again. Out in the galaxy, where they belong. Free.” “Mhm.” Lucifer then fished out a wicked-looking rifle from a crate, and held it up proudly. It looked like a mix between a railgun and a plasma thrower, and certainly looked like it could do some serious damage. “It’s time to get loud,” ze said with a grin. — Pilot: Lucifer Loadout: Primal Machinations “Mantis” Rapid Strike Chassis [B] Myrmidon Technology “Thumper” Rotary Ordnance Launcher [B]

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS