Lucifer Morningstar Gif Novels & Stories

After all, Gary was his father's son. The night ends when the sun rises over the horizon, and Lucifron has not changed position. Gary hasn't come back, not to sleep or to apologize. Lucifer hoped the headache that had affected Gary and confused him, but the more hours passed, the more he lost hope. Around 9 a.m., late enough for none of the pack members to sleep, Lucifron takes a shower, gets dressed, and goes down for breakfast. When he enters the room where the pack members come and go for breakfast, his heart breaks a little more. Sitting in his chair, Gary has a she-wolf on his lap, feeding her mouth.

Lucifer stared at the key with so much admiration. This was the moment he had been waiting for and now his supremacy was closer than ever. He stared at Nahamani. His eyes had returned to its normal color and they were sparkling in excitement. The angel he was staring at however ,was not as excited as he was. Lucifer crouched down to meet her eyes and he smiled. He was not actually planning to kill her but he knew he would have to because she will try to expose him.

-Amara's POV- "I watched, horrified, as Lucifer extracted information from Mrs. Jenkins. The shadows, the illusions... it was terrifying. But Alexander's words sent shivers down my spine: 'Erebus seeks the Dreamweaver's heart.' My heart? What did it mean?" -Lucifer's POV- "I summoned Raven, Kael, and Elara to devise a plan. 'Erebus will perform the ritual during the Lunar Eclipse,' I explained. 'We must stop him.' Raven nodded. 'I can disrupt the ritual's magical foundations.' Kael volunteered, 'I'll take care of Erebus's minions.'

Lucifer smirked and nodded. "I'll be back in a moment," he said happily and exited the room quickly. I opened my bottle of Glenmorangie Signet and poured myself three fingers. Sipping on the tasty liquor I wasn't expecting Lucifer to come back with a mouth watering woman that smelled like gingerbread cookies. Her hair was silver white and her eyes were sky blue.

He gulped the remaining drink left then teleported himself to his father's last kingdom. Lucifer was sitting majestically on a golden throne, wearing an all-black garment and a staff in his hands. He was well composed on the throne with no emotions in his eyes. He looked like a god of handsomeness and beauty all together. His face was well cave like it was made specially for him. No wonder he was called the lord od desires and lust, with that face he would seduce all kind of creature both male and female. Just looking at his will trigger even the carnal desires of a saint, what a beautiful creature God made. "Father, you sent for me" Luciel bowed his head before looking up to speak.

Lucian said with a reassuring smile, "I'll find you after everything is over," Lucifer's gaze drifted weakly to Alexa, the silver-cloaked bullets draining him of his life force with each passing moment. The searing pain of his wounds was a grim reminder that his time in this world was coming to a close. Despite his supernatural resilience, his body refused to heal, and he knew deep down that the end was near.

He glanced back at me, his head tilted to one side, the subtlest of sad smiles on his face. ' Who is that? ' he repeated, softly. 'That, Casey, is the Light-Bearer. The Morning-Star.' Seeing the puzzled look on my face, he added, 'Lucifer. That is Lucifer.' My gaze shot back to the image, my mouth dropping open in shock. 'That's your father?' I leaned closer, trying to get a better look. 'What are you doing?' he said. 'Checking for a family resemblance?' I pulled back instantly, my cheeks warming with embarrassment. 'Of course not,' I said, spotting a faint hint of amusement in his eyes. 'Alright, maybe.' I glanced at it again. 'He wore less clothes than you do.'

"You said you've tried...show me exactly how you did that." Lucas clawed at his throat, his boots kicking uselessly several feet above the ground. Lucifer smiled faintly. "Look at you." Lucas struggled harder, his lungs burning. Lucifer tilted his head, a disappointing look in his dark, merciless eyes. "The rumors might be true after all." Lucas' vision was begining to blur now. Lucifer raised his hand slightly, tightening the invisible grip. Lucas choked, a strangled sound forcing its way from his throat.

"Yep. I couldn't agree more. Let's just hope that she gets what's coming to her really soon," ****** LUTHER I've been living partially on coffee for the past few days, and whenever I stare into my reflection in the mirror, it's like I'm staring at a zombie version of myself. In summary, I'm just a bag of bones with large dark circles around my eyes. Yet, it all somehow has to pay off because I have to take the preliminary tests that the science teacher, Mister Ray, set to test me. He has entered me into a sort of scholarship program for 'gifted' kids like me.

The thing I hate the most about starting a new school year here in our town is the new teachers. Every damn year, our school hires a new teacher for each level. They won’t share the reason, it is just as it is. Why do I hate it? Because I need to introduce myself again and explain why my surname is my surname. Morningstar. Once upon a time, Lucifer was cast out from heaven to live on earth until the second coming of the Son happens, when he will be thrown into the eternal pit of fire. He is my Great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather.