Novel & Cerita Lucifer Fallen Angel Tattoo

“Lilith cast a spell to place Lana into a newborn’s body. But because Lana’s an angel and angels are immortal, she had to be reincarnated into a child’s body every time the human body perished. The downside was that the child had to be born in the same line as the North Star, which is why Lana is my sister. According to Lilith, Lana is also cursed. She said that even though Lana was born human, her angel side would know her forfeited fate. Which I guess means that Lana’s angel side would know about your existence and that her destiny as your mate would never be realized because of your dispute with the Creator. She also said that Lana would never be complete until her human and angel side me

This should be Nate. Nate! The second that I think of him, I start sobbing. “Please!” I cry. Lucifer looks up at me. “Stop fighting it, Angel. I know that this is all new for you and you are still adjusting, but you are mine. You have been mine since the dawn of time. I will never let you go.” Fingers push into my core and my body clenches around them. “That’s right, baby. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

I was that much lost in lust. "They are the story of Lucifer... his fight with god... his rebellion and then how he was punished to stay in hell.... I used them to cover up my scars from childhood" I said and she stopped. She looked at me and then at my tattoos and she soon realised what I was saying. She kissed one of my scars which were given by mother and I gasped. She didn't stop with that. She kept kissing each and every one and at last when she reached my pants I had to stop her.

I whispered, a cold smile spreading across my face. My laughter echoed through the shadows, a menacing promise. "Not yet," I cautioned myself. "Patience. The perfect moment will come. And when it does, Lucifer will fall." With calculated precision, I began to weave my next move, setting the stage for a deadly confrontation. Working with Zoe had been a temporary convenience, but our alliance was built on shifting sands. We shared a common goal – taking down Lucifer – but our motivations diverged. Zoe sought power, whereas I craved vengeance.

And behind it, a fearsome monster emerged, a symbol of the fierce and unyielding love that burned within me. The tattoo artist put the finishing touches on the design, I felt a sense of completion wash over me, a profound sense of peace settling in my soul. For in that moment, I knew that my love for Aurora was not something to be hidden or suppressed—it was a force of nature, unstoppable and undeniable. I gazed upon the masterpiece that now adorned my chest, my heart grew beneath my sternum. Lucian’s chest bowed with pride because this is our mate tattooed to our chest forever and ever. She is MINE.

My gut twisted in a painful knot and my heart throbbed like it has left a few breaths to breathe. My eyes were bleeding, with the same blood as Levi’s. I saw him collapse on the ground right before me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his left hand. ‘ANGEL’ I gasped at the word carved into his skin. It would’ve been better if it was a tattoo but it wasn’t and I kept on looking at the red cloth left in my hand. It seemed like a scar made with a blade, a knife, I don’t know. Why would someone sane do something like this to himself? But then again, he is not sane.

she added. "Since it didn't work, we are going to remove your soul and put it inside Aragorn's body." "Whatever it is to get it done, do it fast." Lucifer growled out the words. "Aragorn, it's your turn." Hydra said and the Vampire moved closer to her. Placing the hand that held the stone over his chest, she began to chant in an ancient language while Aragorn used the dark water curled around his arms to send inside the pit until it touched Lucifer's heart.

She said, looking at his snake tattoo over his scar. “Nah! I like Angel more. You are my Angel descended directly from heaven just for me.” She rolled her eyes and dared to touch the scar under his left eye. She sighed. Only if her mother didn't come on time Thana could have killed him by weakening his main strength which was his Lycan eyes. “It's ugly, I know!”

Burnt eyes for those who turned their back on their father. Tongue out for those who blasphemed their maker. Twisted wings for those who chose the fall, who chose to stand beside Lucifer. And finally, for the traitors, those who followed not only the footsteps of Lucifer but those of his sister - a hole in his back where before there had been a pair of beautiful wings. Azrael, like Lucifer and like the corpse of his sister, had no wings. This was the reason Callisto welcomed him, the reason to trust the fallen as much as he trusted Lucifer.

With his other hand he opened the covers and saw that they were both naked. He felt defeated just seeing them like that, he closed the covers then went and moved the hair on Mercy’s neck. There is was, his mark on her delicate neck, it was a pitch-Black Moon, it looked so beautiful on her pale skin and it looked like it was tattooed there. “Fuck!” he cursed under his breath upon seeing it and the mixed scents confirming it. Carl kept his word and marked her without his consent. He got out of bed in all his naked glory going to the bathroom to clean up.