Lucifer Marvel Novels & Stories

I released a light gasp as my whole body began to waver. I could feel my strength leaving me. Blood was oozing out. What just happened? The dagger landed on me? Is this the way I'm going to die? Mum, I'm sorry forgive me. For the first time ever when I looked at Damon in the eyes as he stared directly into mine, still holding me. The expression on his face was something I’d never seen. I couldn't even fathom And suddenly, his eyes turned pure red. What is he? Lucifer.

Lucian was even more of an enigma than his brother Lucifer. "I have a condition that restricts me from exposure to the sun," He replied "Wow, you sure have a lot of conditions that coincidentally describe a vampire," She chuckled while Lucifer broke out laughing. He was loving her more by the second. "xeroderma pigmentosum," Lucian said "Huh?, is that the language of weird you and your brother communicate with?, sorry I don't speak weird," She mocked while Tommy winced his brows letting out a frustrated sigh, maybe bringing her along was a bad idea

Slowly, the man reached up, his fingertips brushing the edges of the mask and he peeled it away. Lucifer watched him intently, taking in all his features. The face underneath was nothing spectacular. Just a strong jaw and tired eyes. “Better,” Lucifer murmured. “Now I can look you in the eye when I decide if I’ll kill you.” “You’ve got fire,” he said quietly. “But I came for business. Not theatrics.” “I'm Valar, one of Don's assistants and I'm the one behind the calls and texts. Don knows nothing about it?

Preaching it and pushing to sit next to Amira. "It's my first time Lucy. I like it." She was smiling and her face was still blushing. "I'll take you back to Mariveles." It was scary and Amira looked at him differently. "I'm just kidding." Lucifer suddenly recovered. He stood up and Lucifer pulled him to sit down again. "I like it when you get mad." Lucifer whispered and smiled. Moments later she lifted her hair and Lucy began to mark the nape of her neck.

He watches the pure terror on Mich’s face as he flies, his hand staying wrapped around his throat before he pushes Mich through the door. “Okay, now you can make noise.” He watches as Mich opens his mouth, then closes it again. “Who are you, and what do you want?” Lucifer laughs. Is that really what his first thoughts are? “Lucifer and I want you dead.” The ringing has him looking at his phone, Lucifer’s hand snatching it. “Lu-u-cifer, as in her dead ex?” He laughs. “Oh, a joke, I get it. She is making a joke, right?” He stands up, Lucifer’s hand pushing him down.

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 inquired, his eagerness evident. A smirk played on her lips as she averted her gaze. "I did miss you," she confessed, a hint of vulnerability coloring her admission. Sensing the moment's gravity, Lucifer shifted his position, settling comfortably on his throne. Lucinda, ever confident, took her place on his lap, their connection unyielding. "So, have you discovered anything new about the humans recently? What are they up to?" Lucifer inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Lucinda's eyes gleamed with hidden knowledge as she responded, her voice filled with intrigue.

“You’re everything.” Smiling at his sweet words, I lay my head back on the pillow and whisper. “That was amazing.” He slides beside me, rests his head next to mine and takes my hand. “It was beyond amazing because of you.” I look at our hands and slide my fingers through his. It’s strange because I don’t see one of the world’s most powerful beings when I look at him. What I see is a man who can make my body sing. I blink my eyes several times when they begin to get heavy.“Lana,” Lucifer mutters. I lift my heavy eyelids and hum, “Yeah?”

Maacah appeared suddenly before us and laughed when he saw the old vampire. "Finally crawled out of your hole, eh Marcos?" He teased and the vampire nodded. "The plan is in effect as Lucian has regained his lineage's weapon," Marcos grinned. Maacah nodded happily and asked us where Jayna and Xavier were so he could take them to Azrael. "I wish for Lucifer to come to the crowning so he can witness how powerful you truly are, Lucian. I believe that he will be very shocked," Maacah said softly and Lucian shrugged.

He saw the fire in my eyes, the same fire that had made him fall in love with me. And so, he let go. "Go," he commanded. "I will clear a path." Deacon turned to the center of the room. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, inhaling deeply. When he opened them, they were no longer golden. They were a blinding, incandescent white. He threw his head back and unleashed a roar—not a scream, but a wave of pure, concentrated Lycan power. It was a physical force, a shockwave of dominance that rippled through the room.