Lucifer Morningstar Mother の小説・ストーリー

I muttered, shaking my head as my knees buckled, almost giving way beneath me. “Do you Lucian, agree to take her as your fated mate and cherishes her for as long as you live?” The elder’s voice rang out again. “Yes, I do,” Lucian responded without hesitation. “Alpha Lucas, is your son and his lover currently here?” “Yes, they are.” “Can they please come forward?” My father called upon Vivienne and I, and reluctantly, I dragged my feet forward. “Long live the Elders,” Vivienne greeted, slightly bowing her head with her hand rested on her protruding belly.

-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.'

His golden eyes sparkled with wicked amusement. “Answer her,” he whispered, still moving inside me. “Be a good daughter.” I tried to steady my voice, but it came out breathy and shaky. “Y-yes, Mom… I’m awake. What is it?” Lucian chose that exact moment to rub my clit with his thumb while thrusting harder. I had to bite my lip hard to keep from moaning. “I was thinking we should go to the market early tomorrow,” my mother said through the door. “Can you wake up at six?”

Lily felt it immediately. A strange warmth ran through her chest. Like something familiar. Something connected to her blood. A tall figure stepped out of a rip in reality itself. Black wings unfolded slowly behind her. Her eyes burned crimson. Her smile was wicked. “Hello, daughter.” Lily’s breath caught in her throat. Her knees nearly gave out. Lucifer. Her mother. Lucifer looked around the destroyed sky of Heaven with clear amusement. “You boys started the party without me?” Luke stared at her warily.

In the beginning, I met a man... Lilith I want everything life can offer. Money, fame, anything... And I have it all. “You cannot make me get married to him, Father! I have other things to do with my life and Rayne De Luca of all people, he belongs to a rival family, what is going on in your head, Father!” My breath comes out in short gasps as I stare pointedly at my Father. The fact that he would sell my hands in marriage to a rival family is absurd and completely unacceptable.

I burst through the ornate doors of the throne room, my fury propelling me forward like a meteor hurtling towards Earth. The familiar scent of brimstone and expensive cologne hit my nostrils, but I was too pissed to savour it. My father, Lucifer fucking Morningstar himself, lounged on his obsidian throne like some kind of infernal playboy. His perfect eyebrows arched as I stormed towards him, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. "Well, well. To what do I owe this dramatic entrance, my dear?" His smooth voice dripped with amusement. God, I wanted to slap that smirk right off his chiselled face.

My mother stepped forward, the soft glow of the lanterns catching in her silver hair. “I’d like to formally introduce you to the Ambassador of the Moonwolves,” Alaric announced, his voice carrying across the room with quiet authority. “Elara’s mother: Lucia.” Grace, in typical fashion, fainted again. But for real this time.

Daughter missing, mistress brazen, mate selfish. Easy to empathize. My eyes reddened with rage. Such Alphas were every she-wolf's nightmare. Lucian took my hand, understanding without words. "Such scumbags deserve death," I whispered. Then I froze. Victor was exactly the same. Lucian's mother died because Victor and Seraphina worked together.

"Gogo never taught me this." Derek leaned against the shelf beside her, his usual intensity softened. "My mother loved moon magic. Said it was the purest form of power." Rita glanced up, surprised. It was the first time he’d mentioned family. "Was she a witch?" "One of the strongest," Derek said, a rare sincerity in his voice. "She believed knowledge should be shared. That’s why I like helping you. You’re… different." Rita studied him—the earnest set of his jaw, the way his fingers lingered on the book like it was sacred. For the first time, she wondered if Freda had misjudged him.