Lucifer Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

“After everything that happened, how can I be sure?” Lucifer’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. “Because I say so,” he growled, his hands gripping Allistair’s wrists and pinning them above his head. “Because you are mine, and I will never let you go again.” He claimed Allistair’s mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue delving deep as if to reclaim every forgotten memory. Allistair struggled against his hold, but Lucifer’s grip was unyielding, his body pressing down on him with a weight that was both comforting and terrifying.

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.

Lucien asked mockingly as he made his way toward me. I freaked out and I almost peed on myself. “What do you want, Lucien?” I questioned. “I want your life, and that of everyone in your family!” he said menacingly. “Why? It is illegal to kill people!” “Do you still consider yourselves people? I thought that you were already animals!” “You are the one who is an animal who goes around killing people like it is nothing!” I spat at him. Although I was filled with fear and I probably knew that the chances of him letting me go were minimal, I cannot let him step all over me!

Lucifer says speaking the spell in latin, with the two of us repeating it a couple time, by the fourth time the bodies on the bed started to move, by the fifth time, the bodies were opening their eyes and sitting up on the bed. "It worked," I say laying against daddy, I was tired and dizzy now, but it worked, Lucifer was so happy about them, he turned to them with a big smile. "Welcome, my children," he says checking on them one by one.

he said flatly. Eshnu spread his arms. “Straight to business. I like that.” “You have one minute.” Lucien sounded bored. One of Eshnu’s guards shifted nervously. Even among nobles, Lucien’s reputation was infamous. Lucien, the illegitimate son of the Alpha King. He was cast aside and forgotten. Eshnu tilted his head. “Your dear brother found his mate.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change. “That’s hardly surprising.” “Oh, but the female is...” Eshnu stepped closer. “She’s from the Wolfless Zone.”

The collision of their worlds loomed before her, leaving Isabella grappling with an overwhelming mix of emotions. Adam stepped out of his car, his eyes widening in shock as they fell upon Giovanni, who seemed equally stunned. Their faces drained of color, their hands clenched tightly as they locked eyes, a tense silence settling between them. In that moment, the weight of their shared bloodline and the complexities of their intertwined destinies became all too clear. With a dawning realization, Adam understood that Isabella had married Giovanni—his own stepbrother. The revelation hit him like a bolt of lightning. Not only was Giovanni a Lycan, just like Adam, but he also held authority over

He was moving. Lucifer was moving. Without thinking about anything else Martin ran to Lucifer touching his cheek. "My son. Lucifer." Catelin abruptly ran out to call Trevor and he instantly came to check Lucifer. As soon as they entered the room they saw with how normal yet dark gaze Lucifer was staring at his father. "Dad." He mumbled making Catelin freeze in her place. A wide smile appeared on Trevor's lips realizing. They succeeded in curing him. Lucifer got his sanity back. _____________________________________ It's all fictional don't take it seriously. So our Lucifer is cured now. A few more chapters are left. Be ready for an emotional rollercoaster.

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

“I am sorry, Lord Sotirios. You must, however, be able to understand why I wouldn’t want to become like the man who killed my family.” “I do understand,” said Salem. “And if you truly wish to stay mortal, I will respect your decision. But just so we understand each other, I would not have you become a vampire like Mr. Cillian. I would have you become a succubus. I would have you become lilitu, like me.” He stepped closer, until we were inches apart. “If you become a succubus, Mr. Cillian will have no quarrel with you. You’ll be safe. Indeed, you’ll thrive. You’ll be able to enter dreams, as I entered yours. You’ll grow wings, and possess eternal youth . . . even eternal beauty. Think of it,

The night he transformed after being kidnapped with his father and his sister, Amber. When Lucifer first told me about Lightning’s transformation and how he saw that same red glow in his eyes, I couldn’t believe it. I went into his room to confirm for myself. Under the moonlight, as he cooed softly, his eyes opened, revealing crimson red. Fear consumed me. Lightning had Lucifer’s curse. He was barely a year old when he began to show the curse and its abilities. Lucifer and I swore to protect him from it—and from himself, but we never succeeded.