Lucifer Hh Fanart Novels & Stories

And right in front of his throne… “Lucifer!” I screamed. Lucifer was on his knees. Dark chains wrapped around his neck and wrists, forcing him to stay down. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His long hair covered half of his face, but I could still see his amber eyes when he slowly lifted his head. My heart shattered. Yapper smiled lazily and ran his fingers through Lucifer’s hair like he was some kind of pet. “Look at her,” Yapper said, his voice low and mocking. “Running straight into my arms the moment I take one of her precious mates.”

A smile spreads across my face as I pull my hand away from his chest to see the difference in the brand that Lucern’s addition has made. The familiar flaming pentragram catches my eyes first, the swirling lightning flashing magically the longer that I look at it. Inside of the circle is the same moon that represents my Lycan King, but now instead of the bright color it was before, it is a light shade of red, with a dark border as dark as blood, with blood dripping from the top in lazy movements.

Lilianith said with a triumphant smirk folding her hands. Lucifer stared at her as if she had grown a second yet and decided to do what she had suggested, if it was a bluff she knew Hades and Thanatos would intervene if Lilianith tried to cheapshot her. She glanced outside and gasped at what she saw, the whole sky was covered by a large rune. A rune so large she couldn't see it all, and she finally understand why Lilianith was so confident that she hadn't lost. Lucifer turned back to Lilianith and clutched her fist tightly, she knew what Lilianith was doing, she knew the downside of such artifact being used. With her teeth gritted, she snarled at Lilianith, who only smirked.

The next instant, Lucien launched himself away from my body and threw the blanket over our bodies covering the sight of nakedness. My thoughts began to get jumbled as I observed how Lucien's face had become devoid of colors. When I could not help but feel a growing sense of curiosity, I turned in the direction of Lucian's terrified stare. As soon as I laid my eyes on those eyes, which were a bluish-gray color and clouded over with hatred, my heart began to pound in my breast. Breathtaking... I had seen him once or twice at most. His face was so magnificent that the word ‘forgetting’ wouldn't allow itself even if one tries their hardest to.

And her tiny hands are sticking out as she struggles to survive. I’m trying hard not to laugh my ass off. But… damn, silence is a plague. Zavere comes out of the forest seconds later; I didn’t see that one coming. He wastes no time to strip off his clothes and headband. And my oh my, look at those muscles rippling under the moon’s glare! Half-moon, rather. As Hunter’s The Madman, I call this one The Luciferic Lad—if that makes sense. Actually, it does. He looks wicked yet has the heart of an angel after all. Not like I’d mind the latter when I’ll be slicing his cock and shoving it down his throat.

Even in death he was still handsome to her. Lucifer frowned in disappointment but gave a sharp nod. He promised to help his daughter, and that’s what he would do. No matter how much he didn’t like it. Lucifer walked over to Dante, picked up a dagger, and cut into his chest. His blood weakly spilled out of his wound, and Lucifer reached inside Dante’s chest and pulled out his heart.

Lucifer pulled Amber close and kissed her forehead before leaving the mansion. Amber stood there, looking at his retreating back and touching her forehead with surprise. His tenderness is not what she was expecting after last night. Amber thought that he might be happy to get rid of her. But that is not the case here. He wants her safe and his concern touched her heart. A shy smile spread across her face. In the arena, the environment is tense. Everyone is waiting with battered breath about what would come next. Lucifer sat in the middle of the drawing drawn with white power like substance. It's circular with different lines inter wining in the middle and reaching outside the circle.

V. ““ My love you can't change anything... I would wreak the world to get to you... Whether you like it or not, you are mine and no power in the world can separate me from you”” Lucifer warned, lifting her chin with his use of cold fingers and their eyes met... His irises were dark right now, yet so mysterious but beautiful... indeed he truly was a very handsome man... And for the other side for him, her perfect hourglass figure her presence made his anger vanished as he stayed there purified lost in her beauty...

"You don't know how it hurt me to see others touch you. Touching what is mine and I am going to kill Storm the number of times he has slept with you." "Whatever it is you do just know that My Storm will win over you, again and again. You will lose this time Fred. You will lose this battle." "You think? I was just waiting for the right time, the right moment for Dean to get out of the way," he said with a chuckled and then he suddenly let go of Kira, joining his middle and thumb finger to create a sound, all the undead armies began writhing in pain and falling down to the ground one after the other. Heaving out a loud sigh. "I have been playing for too long sweetheart, it's time to get seriou

-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.'