Lucifer Hh Fanart Novels & Stories

“I promise soon I will make you scream and give you what you want. Right now, I am giving you what we both need and crave. Now be a good Kitten and let me finish devouring your body.” His hand slides between her legs, pushing straight into her sex as his mouth continues to kiss along her body. His fingers move slowly on purpose as his mouth continues to consume her and bring them both pleasure. Standing before her, his hand grasps her chin as his lips press against hers. His fingers move faster in her sex as she cries out through pleasure, and he keeps his eyes fixed on hers, watching as the pleasure finally wins and her body shakes against him. Lucifer moves, his mouth kissing down her body

Pulling out the Halloween stuff, Alec looked at a few pictures I had printed. “This is…” “Too scary for you?” I gave him a look. He was actually looking at one of my gross displays. It was a skeleton with pastrami as skin. The body had pastrami on the bones and the rest was a massive skeleton charcuterie board. “No. I just won’t be able to look at you the same way.” “What? Why?” I asked, slightly hurt. “I assumed you were more of the cute Halloween theme person. In reality, you are the dark side.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

He held onto my hand tighter, as if he was expecting me to run. "Why are there flames? Why are we here? Where is here?" "You know how I have a nickname? They call me the Lycan from Hell?" I nodded slowly, "Yeah?" "Well, this is why," he motioned around us, "I made a deal a long time ago. Gave up part of my soul, so I'm technically half Lycan. And half demon." I swallowed hard before letting out a shaky breath, "Right. Um, okay. Okay." I pulled my hands from his and began to pace.

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate

Emma. The air in the conference room felt charged, every revelation tightening the invisible threads of tension between us. Marcus’s words echoed in my mind, unraveling the very foundation of everything we believed about supernatural history. "So the segregation of species," Tara repeated, her voice a careful whisper in the heavy silence, "the whole hierarchy of werewolves, vampires, witches… it’s all artificial?" "Engineered," Marcus confirmed. He reached into his worn leather bag and pulled out an ancient journal. The weathered cover bore faint traces of intricate designs, symbols that seemed to hum faintly with power.

Lucifer took a long swig of his hellfire whiskey, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous light I knew all too well. "Well, darling," he drawled, "I had a bit of an... altercation with the vampire council over our little situation." I rolled my eyes. "Of course you did. Let me guess, you waltzed into their sanctum, insulted their fashion sense, and threatened to turn them all into crispy critters?" "You wound me, child," he said, clutching his chest in mock offence. "I was the very picture of diplomacy."

The lantern light danced along the blade. “It’s ancient,” he said. “Hundreds of years old. One of my family’s ceremonial tools. We use it to bind new members into the Blue Moon Pack.” Lydia’s heart began to pound. “You want me to… join the pack?” He nodded and placed the knife flat on the desk. “Yes. Temporarily—until we figure out what’s wrong with your scent and your wolf. You’re considered Luna… and my mate. If we can’t even mind link each other or connect with the pack, they’ll get suspicious. And that could cost us. Don’t forget—some of us are Lycans. The rest are wolves. But Lycans can sniff things out quickly.”

Celeste’s: a skateboard made of frozen blood, twin tails streaming like comet fire. Caption: Because power without love is just another cage. Seras’s: a cheerleader pyramid built from burning bodies. Caption: Because rage is warmer than grief. Lucian’s: a dragon curled protectively around a tiny flame. Caption: Because some things are worth burning for. Jax’s: a wolf pack running under a sky full of falling stars. Caption: Because family isn’t blood; it’s who shows up. Li’s: a laptop screen cracked open to reveal an entire universe inside.

She heard the sound of the bathroom door opened and she turned around to see Lucifer coming towards her smiling as usual. He already changed into his night cloth, he wore a dark blue pajamas. His water was ruffled and some cane to fall on his face. Skyler could see his muscular chest and taut muscle beneath the cloth he wore as he left the buttons undone. She had never seen his bare chest before but then she frowned when she saw a snake tattoo on his left chest. She could only see the head of the snake which has red eyes but she couldn't see the full body. Lucifer finally came to stand before her and she looked up at him and smiled back.