Lucifer Magne Novels & Stories

"A pleasure to meet you." I snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure this is exactly how you wanted to meet my dad. Mostly naked and on top of his daughter." Lucifer's lips twitched, amusement breaking through his neutral expression. "I've had worse introductions," he said dryly. "Though I must say, Luella, I thought I taught you better than to get caught." I rolled my eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. With a flick of my wrist, I conjured a glass of hellfire whiskey and dropped it into my father's hand.

Lucien purred, taking a slow step toward me. ​His massive frame completely blocked out the harsh harbor wind, casting a warm shadow over me. He looked down at the heavy aluminum bat resting casually on my shoulder, then back up to my face, his icy eyes practically dancing with a mixture of intense curiosity and dark fascination. ​"First a prophet, now a magician," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, intimate register. He reached out, his thumb and forefinger gently catching the cool tip of the aluminum bat, tilting it slightly. "You keep popping things out of thin air, sweetheart, and I might actually start believing you can make the dead rise."

She sunk her sharp nails into my throat forcing me took choke while Dad slammed the door shut. I fixed my terrified eyes on the blood stained floor. I was sure my heart was beating for the last time when I saw Will Still pull out a pistol. "Look at me,lucipher!" Dad boomed again. "It's time you get to understand what it means by messing with the family. You f**ked up already by killing her. You are not one of us," he posed and blew the tendrilse of thivk bhang smoke into the air. "But we are human enough to consider giving you an option to be alive till this hour. And there's only one option if at all what you want is to continue being alive," he explained in a throaty voice.

The blinding magnesium light erupted, washing the room in white. Lucian shrieked—a sound of profound, guttural agony—and collapsed, his paws clutched to his burning eyes. The light was more than a distraction; it was a physical hammer against his over-stimulated senses. I didn't stop. I stepped into his reach, my hand reaching for the center of his chest.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"You locked your daughter in a dark room and left her there to die, and now you remember she's your daughter?" His entire body trembled. "It was a mistake!" "Forgetting someone's birthday or spilling wine is a mistake," I said coldly, tightening my hold around Lilith as though afraid she would disappear if I loosened my arms. "What you did is evil..." My wolf growled beneath my skin. The terror that crossed his face did nothing to calm the murderous rage inside me. "If you know what's good for you, you'll run." His face went white. "Run far. Leave the pack. Disappear. Because when I come back..."

We are working on getting rid of the diaper, but so far we’ve come to the agreement of one that can resemble underwear, and in which he can actually sit on the toilet with if he shows interest. “No, Mirage.. Eeew!” Liam shouts from the bathroom, and I pick Micha back up to see what is going on. Of all our three pups Mirage is by far the one who has shown the most powers. She has definitely inherited my magic, while both Micha and Layla have shown magic in different areas. Micha can move things with his mind or hands, heal small wounds and disappear from one place to another in a blink of an eye - which is what he did just before. Layla can communicate with animals, that one is pretty strong

The heart was alive, fighting back, clinging to its hold on him. "No!" Lucien’s voice rang out, filled with a ferocity that shook me to my core. "You won’t have me anymore!" The ground cracked open beneath us, and there, deep in the darkness, I saw it. The heart. It was black and pulsing, its veins extending like the roots of a tree, feeding on the lost souls trapped within its depths. It was a thing of pure malevolence, a creature of magic and death, a parasite that had slowly consumed Lucien from the inside out.

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

she asked faintly. “This time, the mission is a little ginormous. I permit you to bring Adrian and Irene out of the island,” Lucifer said. Fia looked at Lucifer in astonishment. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll bring them away and never come back?” “Haha!” Lucifer’s laugh was arrogant. “You forget that you have a chaser on you. The chaser integrates into the bones. Without my antidote, no matter where you are for the rest of your life, I would be able to find you.”