Lucifer Fallen Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

She traced her eyes down to his V line which were sharp and fixed then there. "Like what you see?" Lucifer smirked at her and she shook herself back to reality. "You are just infruriating" She scoffed. "Why are you here?" Lucifer asked with his arms folded. Viola noticed a particular scorpion tattoo on his protruding muscles "Look, we need to have a serious talk" Viola replied "There is nothing to talk about obviously" He said with a shrug "Can I come in" she asked. Lucifer stepped aside for her to walk in and closed the door

"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.

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

They were to the void between reason and confusion. "Your tattoo," she said, her eyes flicking to the crescent mark on my collarbone. "It means you have a direct connection to the goddess. It's an anchor, Alina. A bridge. If Lucian drinks your blood, it might reignite that connection. Restart the spark in him and bring him back from slipping further into the abyss." A logical chaos unfolded in my head. The same Lucian who had made me curse every morning back at the academy. The same Lucian who had saved my life without asking. Now my blood had the potential to become his lifeline?

Elijah looked at Lucifer with pure anger. "A nazi?! Really?!" Lucifer maintained a calm composure. "I've been questioned on this thousands of times already. I gave him a contract so he could atone. He's been incredibly valuable to me and everyone he's worked with." Lucifer's words did little to calm Elijah down. 'I should probably go if I get the chance.' Death thought, feeling out of place in the current situation. "I guess that explains the tattoo. Tell me, if he thinks he's unforgivable, then why don't you?" Elijah almost spat as he said "you"

she looked at him straight in the eyes. "That's because you are now a human," he said. "I know that," she was confused. "No, listen to me, Evangeline. The moment that you're tattoo was gone, it was the same time that you were no longer on a mission, and you're not an angel anymore." "What do you mean?"

I cried into his embrace, all the time my gazed fixed to Marguerite’s glassy eyes. Lucifer laid the unmoving corpse down on the stone, her final resting place. He dipped his fingers into the thick sticky pool of blood, and drawing himself back up to his full height walked toward Lucas and myself. Using his fingers, he drew the sticky substance and created an upside down red triangle on Lucas’ forehead. The tip of the triangle nestled between his eyes. The blood pooled at the point, and dripped down the bridge of his nose. He moved his fingers to me. And whilst Lucas held me firmly in my arms by way of comforting me. Lucifer drew the same mark onto my head as well.

He also projects the same sexual aura, albeit a little more potently than Azazel, which is saying a lot because Azazel is walking sex on a stick. My body heats when he leans his back on the throne and carelessly rests a leg over one of the armrests. One thing that the Bible had right is that Lucifer is one of the most beautiful fallen angels that I have ever seen. He has pitch black hair and the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. Where my eyes are the color of ocean waves, his are a velvety midnight blue—reminding me of a moonstone. He’s dressed in a black fitted shirt that contours to his muscled chest and black leather pants that look like they’re painted over his powerful thighs. Twining his ar

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

“Well, I suppose that’s because I’m not all demon, love. I’m part archangel remember?” I roll my eyes. Oh yes, of course, how could I have forgotten he is a fallen angel. Fallen angel s***h demon god thingamajig. I guess I’m humor him and call him Lucifer too. Lucifer chuckles. “The sarcasm in your thoughts is about as entertaining as the sarcastic words coming out of your lips, my dear.” “Stay out of my head!” I huff in frustration. Could he be anymore annoying? “But your thoughts are so delicious to listen to, about as delicious as your mouthwatering little body.” Lucifer states as he gives me a look over, frowning in disappointment. “It’s a shame you decided to cover it up. We could have