Lucifer Crossover Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Be careful, my power are really itching right now. It's your head that could fly through the room, next!" Lucian approaches a catlike manner, crouches in front of me and plunges his fiery gaze into mine. "You're trying to spice up the game? Beware, Celeste. I could kiss you again." My pulse races. A brazier lights up in me and robs me of all ability to think. I swallow hard, what Lucian puts on a superior smile as if he knows exactly how I felt. He just took the lead and we both know it. I push him away, but he doesn't move an inch. Troubled and annoyed at the same time, I get up and walk away.

He asked as he strode out of his room and towards their path. Jessica was trembling in fear, she have never seen him this engraged in anger. His eyes were shooting glares at her and she knew she had to explain. "Lucian raped me, in the day of the feast". She spurred . "He is not who you think he is, Lucifer". She blunted out in disgust and Lucian let out a mocking laughter. "I was the one who slept with you and not Lucian". Lucifer growled in rage and it came like a thunderous shock to her.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "This would be how I interfere, Brinx. I will give you a staircase there, don't die," he said sincerely and waved his hands, restoring my father's home and taking our daughter's corpse with a flick of his wrist. He told us to gather weapons and asked if I had the whistle. I nodded and he grinned. "Use them, the enforcers hate the hellhounds," he said happily. I elbowed Lucifer and asked him what he meant about Grace and I truly loving each other and us not being faithful. He eyed me and sighed.

Igor’s priority had simplified: the child, Caelian’s body, and the removal of anything he considered a threat to either. On the third afternoon of the week, the air in the smaller solar folded open without warning. Lucifer stepped through as if he had simply walked in from an adjoining corridor rather than crossed the barrier between realms. The heavy horns caught the light from the windows. He looked first at Caelian, at the clear curve of the pregnancy under the soft robe, at the tiredness around his eyes, and something complicated moved through his expression before it settled into the usual ancient calm. “You look better than the last time I saw you,” Lucifer said. “Less like a strong wi

I mumbled, my eyes locked on his whilst his were fixated on my lips But as the words stupidly tumbled out of my mouth, his bright blue eyes flickered up to mine, before he smiled. "Really?" He asked happily I nodded. Well as much as I could whilst locked in his large hands And before I knew it I was flipped over, Lucian's large muscular frame hovering over me as he stared down at me, one arm propping him up whilst his other hand grazed my waist. Slowly pushing up my tank top till my waist was bare to him "I want you doll. Hell I don't think I've ever wanted something as much as I want you" He said sincerely, his eyes raking up and down my body before settling on my face.

************ My clothes are back on, but I don't know if I'm fit to drive yet. A euphoric dizziness still hums through my veins. I stare at the house I just fled and draw a deep breath, my mind scrambling to make sense of what just happened. Of what I almost did with Lucian. The Intercrossed I share a body with urges me to turn around. To go back inside. To find Lucian. To claim him. "He's ours," she purrs. "Our mate." "Girl, hush before I find a bucket of ice water and dump it over you."

he murmured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't fight the grin spreading across my face. "Careful, Nightshade. Your charm's showing." "Can't help it," he retorted, pulling me closer. "You bring it out in me." As our lips met in a tender kiss, I marveled at how right this felt. Me, the daughter of Lucifer, tangled up with a vampire. It was absurd, impossible—and absolutely perfect. When we finally broke apart, I rested my forehead against his, basking in the contentment that radiated through every fiber of my being. For once, I wasn't itching to run, to chase the next thrill. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Lucian said with a reassuring smile, "I'll find you after everything is over," Lucifer's gaze drifted weakly to Alexa, the silver-cloaked bullets draining him of his life force with each passing moment. The searing pain of his wounds was a grim reminder that his time in this world was coming to a close. Despite his supernatural resilience, his body refused to heal, and he knew deep down that the end was near.

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.