Lucifer Descendant System Novels & Stories

Lucien turned away, voice dropping: "I saw it in the ancestral memory — Azrael never truly died. A fragment of his soul hid in the hunters’ bloodline, awaiting rebirth. And that vessel… is Alaric Graves." Silence fell. A cold gust snuffed the fire. "So…" Evelyn whispered, "the curse never leaves any bloodline. It only changes hands." Lucien looked at her, eyes sad but resolute. "That’s why I need you, Evelyn. Only you — descendant of Light — can end it." She gave a weary, heartbreakingly beautiful smile: "If fate demands we spill blood once more, then at least… let it mean something." Lucien answered softly: "Your blood is my prayer."

Fia then slowly said, “Take these contracts and have them notarized with your ID as descendants of the Stewart family, and they’ll become yours.” Lucifer looked at her with mixed feelings. “For whom are you doing this?” “I want all of this to stop,” Fia said as she looked into his eyes. “I know that you can never stop hating, but my children and I can’t ignore this.” Lucifer’s blue eyes blinked, and he walked over and looked at Fia. “But you know that I don’t lack the money.”

System: “Lucifer’s ghost vine hit you and you receive 5000 damage. System: “Lucifer’s Nine Hearts Begonia hit you and you receive 3000 damage. System: “You die.” When I saw my character die, I was extremely angry, deleted the typed words, and retyped, “Ailina damn you. You killed me twice.” Lucifer: “I like your posture when you fall.” God of Ward: “Alright. tell me what I can help you with?” She typed, “Evan, you are so annoying.” System: “Lucifer uses a Seven Star Soul Summoning Technique to return your soul to its original position.

She sunk her sharp nails into my throat forcing me took choke while Dad slammed the door shut. I fixed my terrified eyes on the blood stained floor. I was sure my heart was beating for the last time when I saw Will Still pull out a pistol. "Look at me,lucipher!" Dad boomed again. "It's time you get to understand what it means by messing with the family. You f**ked up already by killing her. You are not one of us," he posed and blew the tendrilse of thivk bhang smoke into the air. "But we are human enough to consider giving you an option to be alive till this hour. And there's only one option if at all what you want is to continue being alive," he explained in a throaty voice.

His throat felt tight. Zayn’s father continued, his tone heavy with finality. “I was angry at first, but fate works in strange ways. My son may have chosen a path I never expected, but perhaps destiny is not so blind. You will give birth to an heir—our heir. That child will carry the family legacy. And for that, Lucien, you will have my protection.” Lucien’s eyes darted to the door, his mind racing. He didn’t know whether to be angry, scared, or insulted. “I didn’t ask for your protection,” he said quietly, though his voice shook.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

[Beep—Host command received.] [Trade target locked: Lucia.] [Forcibly stripping familial affection. Targets: Vincenzo Moretti, Emma Moretti.] [Trade successful.] The moment the System’s cold, mechanical voice faded in my mind, the three of them—Vincenzo, Emma, and Lucia, locked in their tight embrace—froze. Lucia was about to sweet-talk her parents some more when she felt the two pairs of warm arms holding her go limp.

I didn't want to be his next broken toy. ​Lucifer reached out and gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb. His skin was warm, but it made me feel sick. ​"No, you are wrong, Lilith," he said firmly. "You are special. You are not like any other woman I have ever met. I could never get bored of you." ​Suddenly, a deep, strong voice came from the doorway. ​"Father." ​Lucifer stopped touching my face. We both turned to see a young man standing there. It was Dracula, Lucifer’s second son.

"Your father believed the pendant was only a container for the key." "He was wrong," Seraphina said. "Yes." She looked at the computer. "The key wasn't the pendant." "No." "It was me." Lucien was silent. Seraphina continued. "The system recognized my identity." "Exactly." Caelric's eyes remained fixed on the screen. "What did your system require from her?" "Not her name. Not her date of birth. Not even the pendant." Lucien's voice lowered. "It required her genetic authorization." Her father took a slow breath.

“You will work it out, just like last time, Anais. Look, I was a jerk, through fear of this curse, you’re not bad, Anais. You just have terrible choices when it comes to men.” Anais laughs. Mich was fine! “Okay, minus Mich, he was a sound guy, and Lucifer was jealous, killed him and everything. Everyone else was, though, Lucifer included. Anyway, Mich wouldn’t have worked Anais, you sadly need someone like Lucifer or Damon in the bedroom.” “I’m going home.” Standing, she sways slightly, his hand steadying her. “I’ll walk you home. Make sure you don’t die and everything.” Standing up, he watches as she shakes her head.