Lucifer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Now, he was in a comma lying on one of the beds of the hospital. "You dared to touch her even going as far as drugging her.For that, you'll pay dearly" "I... I didn't drug her" To this Lucian raised his brow over the other showing disbelief right before the flames vanished. "Please believe me. I swear it. Yes I did take an extreme liking on the lady but when I was informed I could have her for myself, I jumped into it. Besides, I was told she would be glad to have me as well" Flickering the sides of the lighter, the flames came alive once more.

Lucifer’s POV It was hard to believe that she had these visions, and they were so damn accurate. But the proof was sitting right in front of me; her visions had led us to this traitor. Rudo Luciano, the alpha and head of the New York family. The same fucker who had sent Stray as a tribute to us. "Why can’t I move?" Luciano screamed as he struggled against his limp body. "What have you done to me?" I rolled my eyes. This time it was not my doing. It was that witch boy who had rendered Luciano’s body immobile using his powers.

Stefan’s eyes are unfocused and he nods. “Understood,” he says in a robotic tone. The creature is tempted to tear off Stefan’s throat. Its desire for vengeance coupled with its need to drink blood is starting to overwhelm its senses. It wants to make the scumbag bleed and drink all his blood but it cannot let Stefan Vronsky’s disgusting blood touch its body. “Ugh!” The creature cries. The magic holding its senses will not last long and it will turn into a mindless monster any moment. “You, come here!” The creature growls at Lucianna who is only a few metres away. Lucianna comes out of hiding and bows in front of the creature. She is also in a hypnotic trance, obeying every word of the creatu

Lucas cast a sidelong glance at me, his disdain as sharp as the tip of a blade. "Elena Whitlock, I hope you learn how to walk properly. I don't want my mate looking like a cripple." On our wedding night, Lucas lit a cigarette and looked at me with icy eyes. "I will not mark you, so get that idea out of your head." I responded meekly, "I know. The person you love is Nara." "At least you know your place." With that, he turned and left, leaving me alone on our wedding night. I had no idea how long this kind of life would continue, but I only wanted to look at him a little longer because that face of his was identical to his brother, Derrick's.

I stayed silent, not wanting to answer him. “Oh goody! That’s it! Isn’t it? You’ve fallen in love with her. Ha! A prince of Hell in love with a fallen. Are you an idiot? She’s the one thing that can destroy us all and here you are trying to play happy family. It doesn’t matter where you snap her off to, I can still find her.” Lucifer said while walking towards me. He gripped my chin and looked into my eyes. “You’re pathetic!” He spat out. He started to walk away right when Levi walked in.

When they settled, my gaze returned to my screen. She could've waited for me! I put away my phone and remained unnaturally still grieving my sense of loss. But I never was a quitter. If the Lycan territories must know freedom, then I needed to think of a way to make her mine. There had to be a way. The goddess wasn't being fair. She was vastly aware of how much I needed and prayed for my mate but she permitted her to marry another man. The next slide brought me instantly stunned by my Louboutins. A son?

In his eyes, I sensed a flicker of recognition, an acknowledgment of the shifting dynamics between us. As the silence stretched between us, I found myself torn between apprehension and a growing yearning. The once familiar confines of my existence had been shattered, replaced by a world where possibilities danced on the edge of perception. Lucian's presence embodied the duality of danger and allure, a captivating enigma that beckoned me to explore the uncharted territory of my own desires.

They were few left in this world and many Lycan's took several mates as their own to increase the chance of breeding more of their kind. As I approached the front, I saw him. I couldn't imagine sharing him with any other. I wanted him as mine and I would do anything to finally be free of the life I had. He stood tall with his shoulders back. Long dark brown hair teasing his ears, and those bright green eyes that seemed to be fake were shining at me like a siren calling my body to him. He caught my eye, quickly looking over my body and his lip curled up. I bit my bottom lip, hoping he approved of my naked body covered in this thin see-through fabric.

Simply to make him laugh. I could see the rage rising in his eyes at that very moment. Although Leon was often calm, I always wondered what was lurking behind his bright red eyes. It was the thing that Leon made me curious, whether it was his rage, his recklessness, or his hunger. He was having trouble breathing and had put his hand on his neck, which is where I bit him. "You're not the person I once knew—Lucy Nevermore." He stated it while observing me, moving his gaze all over my body before finally looking at my face.

Lucifer looked bewildered at her as he tried to form words. "Lucifer. You can call me Lucifer." He said while the urge to push the strand of hair away from her face become strong. Melissa noted the look on his face as a smirk formed on her lips before she moved impossibly closer to him. Her hands covered his chest as she stood on her toes and whispered seductively near his ear. "I prefer...Luc." **** I laughed. Lucifer loved someone other than himself. Wow! What a hilariously undigested joke. "I'm telling truth," Victoria scoffed.