Lucifer Hh Fanart Novels & Stories

A half-naked dancer slid around a chrome pole like she was born wrapped in metal, while the crowd hooted like animals in heat. Blood-red chandeliers swayed above leather couches. Crystal glasses sparkled with things that burned worse than fire. And at the far end—like a throne carved in shadow—sat Luciano. Goddamn Lucifer in a tailored suit. Black shirt, no tie. A glinting silver ring shaped like a lion’s head wrapped around his middle finger. His eyes scanned the club like a king bored with his kingdom. Next to him, half-drunk and draped in arrogance, was Marco, his right hand, who looked like he’d enjoy peeling a man’s skin just to hear the scream.

Otis' POV: She dismissed me and I immediately dashed towards the direction of the kitchen to prepare Alpha Damien's lunch but I saw something that brought my feet to a sudden halt. A wall of paintings… paintings of about seven different men each possessing red eyes and the symbol of the crescent moon on the left side of their chest that seems to illuminate light. “Who could they be?” The last painting caught my attention and all I could see was a striking resemblance between him and the man from the training ground.

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi

Alpha Serses asked Lucifer’s gaze flicked up at the sound of his name, the faint glow of his eyes dimming to a deeper shade. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his fingers grazed the sigil on the parchment, tracing its burning lines. “No,” he said finally, his tone unreadable. “This, whatever it is, is not fully of hell origin for it has traces of heaven divine's magic. This is not the mark of rebellion, but of something far darker… and far more deliberate.”

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

He paced the length of the room like a caged apex predator, his imposing frame casting long, restless shadows over the mahogany furniture. “Liam,” Roman snapped, stopping abruptly near his desk. “Tell me you have a name. You have access to every security camera in the district.” Liam was seated at the main terminal, his fingers flying across a holographic keyboard. “Working on it. You literally collided with her half an hour ago. Give the facial recognition software a second to ping the city databases.” “Not fast enough.” Roman rubbed his temples, feeling a dull ache building behind his eyes. Thomas' grating voice from the morning meeting echoed maliciously in his mind. You need a strong Lun

Yet, he had the power to smile past that horrible scar. "This...is how I used to look when I was myself." Says Lucien. It's been only a few minutes into his detailing over the sketch. Raya had never seen such a skilled artisan in her life. She takes the photo, the sketch of the male himself. "Wow..." she says softly. The A3 size paper was clipped off from the stand. Lucien presents the paper to Raya, sighing gently. The vampire-Basilisk stares at the picture drawn like a cat watching the fishes in a tank. She was engrossed with the simplicity of his features.

The tingles were unbearable until his rough hands push my hips back into the mattress. “You’re so greedy, bunny.” His cock rubs up against my leg. That real long beast of a monster. That was the only monster I knew in this palace, not those creations that Poseidon had created. Lucifer took the flower that laid beside my body, his breath still fanning my now cool nipples from the remanents from his mouth. The rose trailed down my hip until it patted one particular area that was needing attention. I grunted in frustration, trying to wiggle my hips.

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