Lucifer Magne Novels & Stories

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

“Bas ran a sex trafficking ring for supernaturals. Kept everyone so hopped up on sex magic, they didn’t want to leave. Most - including former Lycan King Talbot - turned a blind eye, claiming it was close enough to consensual. You break the tie to sex magic without payment and you die, so they all had to stay in the ring. With how much Annalise helped with it, there is no good reason.” I cast a glance over to Rudi, remembering the way Kaleb looked so fondly at her when he briefly mentioned an incubi sex trafficking ring just a few nights ago. Dots began to connect. “Rudi, are you a lycan?” She shook her head. “They made me near immortal so they wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of sour

The spear pierced deep into his chest and his body dropped weakly on the ground. "Seize him!". Lucifer demanded and the guards rushed to hold him. "How could you Lucian, you killed him!". He growled dangerously at him. His eyes color changed to red and smoldered in fluorescent light. His wolf was in control,"I Lucifer Thana, denounce you as a member of the red moon pack and you are hereby banished". He said angrily. "Take him away". He ordered and the guard dragged him away. "You're gonna pay for this Lucifer, I assure you". Lucian said as he was being dragged out of his presence.

The owner of the club was the shifter who gave access to everyone to have fun as it is adjoined by all territories from all the packs of Supernaturals. Lyceon seldom attracts attention because of his original royal bloodline. He prefers to be elusive and confidential about this among the crowd unless and until the problem walked to him itself and now the problem had left the footprints behind which He followed to erase it permanently. “Hey handsome. Wanna join me in room number nine?” A tall woman approached him, blocking his way. Her sultry voice and shortage of clothing on her thin body almost ruined his good mood. The red lipper she applied on her augmented lips was a big turn off because

She went close to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "I am sorry I don't remember anything. It must have been really hard for you. But still I didn't like the way you forcefully brought me here. That was wrong. But I guess you must have suffered a lot and that's why you didn't want to let go of me again. You must have loved me a lot... right?" she asked and I couldn't look in her eyes anymore. I don't know what to say. Did I love her? Answer is no. I am not capable of love. I am Lucifer. I can't love anyone but still I have to say she is the only one who can ignite so many emotions in me.

Three Litians ran up to the noise, two stood by the cage and began to remove protective spells, the third stood further away and conjured a pulsating purple ball in advance, holding it at the ready. As soon as the door opened slightly, and the hieroglyphs began to fade, Baruz and Brook-ta-man rushed at the door, the spell that had not yet completely gone away painfully seared the prisoner's shoulders, but the door opened easily, throwing one of the magicians aside. Lusters immediately grabs a hidden blade from his scythe and immediately throws it at the mage standing farthest away. The blade entered directly between Litzian's eyes. He fell dead on the dusty stones of the floor, the prepared

In my hands, the small crystal globe flickered softly… glowing with faint, shifting light. Lena called it a dragon’s eye. Said it could mirror whatever I wanted to see, as long as the energy around it stayed stable. Stable…. Right. The image inside was a blur of sand and movement…. Orion, standing at the center of the arena surrounded by unconscious wolves. The camera, or whatever dragon magic this thing used, zoomed on its own, focusing on the balcony. And there he was. Lucien Silver. I clenched my jaw, the memory of what his pack did flashing through my mind.

"He said nothing to a vampire. Our magics are… ineffectual against the higher tiers of lycans, as are most mind-control magics… The one thing that does work is the compulsion of an alpha." I realized then that it was very likely that Lucian knew full well that Ryon hadn't wanted to be there and hadn't been there on my orders. He might even have an idea who sent them and why. So, what exactly was Lucian hoping to get out of this conversation other than confirmation. My gaze dropped to the black smear on his chin. Perhaps this was just a well-timed situation playing into Lucian's desire to get me alone to talk. I carried Ryon further into the hall to where there was a bed. I pulled a fully swo

The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory.

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