Lucifer Games Novels & Stories

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

____________ At The Other Side: Outskirts of the Vampire Kingdom where the War is taking Place: _____________ Lucifer smirked as he made sure he used Raziah's fingers to dig into her stomach and was pleased to see the shock look on Dark and his twin, burning the covered side of her stomach with his fire and giving access to her hand. He removed her fingers and made sure he left his dark fire burning inside the open stomach as her blood was soaking her dress. If he hadn't put his fire in her stomach, her wolf healing would have closed the open stomach for her.

he continued, his lips curving into a small, mocking smile. Althea stiffened at his approach, but she didn’t back down, her chin lifting defiantly. "This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Watching us suffer. Watching us die." Okay wooooowwww, woman! I applaud her for that though. It was high time the question needed to be asked. Raphael’s smile widened, but there was something cold behind his eyes. "You knew what you were signing up for, Princess. The Luna Games were never meant to be easy. Or fair."

His presence was intimidating; he had piercing eyes and an aura of authority that made the air feel heavy. "Who are you and why are you here?" His voice was deep and cold, cutting through the silence like a knife. "We need your services," Amber said, trying to stay calm. "We want you to find and kill Tyler Cooney before the Alpha King finds him." Lucifer raised an eyebrow, carefully studying us. "Do you know the price of my work?" "We do," Amber replied, tossing a heavy bag of money onto the table in front of him. "Does this cover your f*e?"

I roared. All they men who had taken up attack positions immediately moved back, including the women and servants, everyone that had gathered outside the house. Except Fang, from the expression on his face, I could tell he knew what they were. They unbounds were werewolves whose wolves has been unbound from their souls and their bodies taken over and controlled by a witch using blood magic. They were as good as dead, once the witch released the body, they die instantly. One bite from the unbound can cause a Lycan to go feral and would cause the feral Lycan to be put down, for the security of everyone else.

A few names are selected and placed in the center, but as Lazarus reads them out, one name shows up over and over again: Liliana Adare—the Legacy who isn’t a Legacy. “I think we have our choice,” I hold up Liliana’s name. “Shall we have one final vote?” Everyone closes their eyes and places their hands in the air. Thumbs up is yes, thumbs down is no. The final vote is unanimous. “It is decided. Liliana Adare will be our official target for this year’s game.”

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before dropping it on the glass table beside him. “I am Damien.” He said. Now lighting a cigarette. The room fell silent. The tick of the clock became the only thing that could be heard. His eyes held mine, daring me to look away. And then, the corner of his lips curved. His voice cut through me like a sharp blade as the smell of smoke enveloped me. “...Salvatore DeLuca.” Voice calm. The name struck me like lightning, my body went stiff and I almost passed out on the spot.

Malakai The drive back from the abandoned Cathedral was dead silent. I sat in the rear of the armored SUV, my obsidian mask resting on the leather seat beside me, staring out at the blurred neon lights of the city bleeding through the downpour. My hands were steady, but my mind was an absolute battlefield. Vesper. I pulled a silver lighter from my pocket, automatically rolling a cigarette between my fingers before bringing the flame to the tip. The acrid, burning smoke hit my lungs, harsh and heavy.

-Amara's POV- "I watched, horrified, as Lucifer extracted information from Mrs. Jenkins. The shadows, the illusions... it was terrifying. But Alexander's words sent shivers down my spine: 'Erebus seeks the Dreamweaver's heart.' My heart? What did it mean?" -Lucifer's POV- "I summoned Raven, Kael, and Elara to devise a plan. 'Erebus will perform the ritual during the Lunar Eclipse,' I explained. 'We must stop him.' Raven nodded. 'I can disrupt the ritual's magical foundations.' Kael volunteered, 'I'll take care of Erebus's minions.'

He leaned in so their faces were inches apart. He ran his thumb across her pale tear stained face and flicked the tears underneath her eyes. Iris pulled back her eyes now confused and red rimmed. "These tears of vengeance, are on shed for the wrong person." "You're lying." She screamed back thrashing harder than before. "Let me show you." He blinked unfazed by her tantrums. He stood up from the bed and picked up the laptop on the bedside table. Iris went quiet. He flipped it open, waited for it to boot, then played a video.