Lucifer Morningstar Mother Novels & Stories

“You need something from me. I need something from you.” He spread his hands. “It's very simple.” His eyes gleamed. “We shouldn't stand here debating over it.” Lucas stared at him with undisguised hatred. “You want me to hand over a woman who betrayed you and left me to rot?” Lucifer's expression changed. “Your mother. Also, you didn't rot." Lucas didn't respond. Lucifer's voice became quieter. “You call her a prisoner as though you've forgotten what you did.” Lucas's eyes hardened.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

She asked. Lucifer shot her a glare, a deep dark evil glare that told her to shut up, but she just rolled her eyes. “You're being ridiculous, you know that, don’t you Lu.” “NO, I’M NOT!” Lucifer yelled. “SHE’S A FUCKING SUCCUBUS NOT A WEREWOLF SO SHE SHOULD ACT LIKE ONE!!” “Lu if she just wants to sleep with her husband, then that’s her problem.” “I don’t want my daughter to slowly die of starvation because she didn’t get enough energy from that damn wolf.”

She gently cleaned the blood and applied Vaseline to it. My mother used to be a nurse at the town hall clinic and maternity. She resigned in order to focus on her role here in the pack as Luna. She didn't really want to resign, but my dad insisted, so she had to. She is very compassionate and would treat any pack member who sustained an injury for free. She does all of that with happiness and joy. "Alpha Leo of the Moonstar pack is responsible for my pregnancy. He is the father of my child." I finally pulled out.

the familiar female voice got my attention as I sneaked into the apartment using the back door. I knew who she was, Charlotte's mother. The one Kinsley Dorabella. It was the resounding slap that almost made change my motives at the eleventh hour. "You ain't going anywhere bitch! Just get back to your f**king room and starve from the there!" She barked before slapping her again. I sneaked into her room way before she could get there. I had brought her some snacks. She limped into the room crying. How on Earth could I tell the killer was just right before her. The same guy who was giving her the best attention.

**Morning - 9AM** Lucifer stormed back into his chambers, dripping sweat from his early morning workout at the gym. He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to silence the turmoil in his mind. But as he opened the door, expecting to find his room meticulously cleaned and in perfect order, his eyes widened in disbelief. The room was a mess—clothes scattered on the floor, the bed unmade, and the lingering scent of April that still clung to the air.

"Will you guys stop calling her mother for fucks sake... She looks like a fucking teenager, not a mother..." Lucifer yelled annoyingly. "And she is not your mother... She has just created you, she didn't gave you birth..." He glared at the protectors, who just laughed silently at the brothers reaction. "Whatever..." Luca shrugged. "Elizabeth can't hurt her, even if she is weak right now still no one can hurt her except the man you saw yesterday. You should have known this by now, you saw that no one could touch her when she was unconscious. Her powers protect her even if they are not prominent for now..."

Diverting his mind by engrossing in work. Lucifer tried his best to keep his emotions concealed knowing things which slipped out from his grasp are now about to get messy and wreak havoc. After a stressful day at work, he returned home late as usual and surprisingly saw his Mother. "Ah, Lucifer. We were waiting for you. Your dad went to sleep. Come, sit with me. I need to talk to you." Mrs Grave motioned him to sit beside me. "What is it, Mom?" He asked coldly, taking a seat.

I swear I’ll never take him for granted again. I begin swiping through the pictures we took the first day at the Morningstar Estate, when we were in the backyard. “Gods, you really need to wear color more often.” I say as I stare at the picture I took of him staring out into the field in his three piece navy blue suit. Lucifer is such a fine looking man, sometimes I feel the need to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming that he’s mine. “Gods, I miss your kinky Devil ass. I need you to come back to me...” Hot tears begin falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I sniffle pitifully, and wipe underneath my eyes with my fingers. I didn’t think anything could compare but losing Lucif

“When I was fourteen, my mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Our dad was out of the picture, so it was up to us to take care of my mom, which wasn’t easy because we were so young. Because of this, it was hard to form any attachments. I had a few good friends who eventually drifted away when I continuously canceled on them. Then, the medical bills and rent came due, and we had to figure out a way to make money and care for our mom. While Bree worked to keep a roof over our heads, I stayed home and cared for my mom. Eventually, the cancer won out, and my mom died.” His eyes become shadowed as he listens to my story. “It must have been a very difficult time for you and Bree.” I flutter