Novel & Cerita Lucifer Morningstar Tattoo

Bodies everywhere, as if they were cloaked in invisibility and suddenly dropped it. At the front, just before the Allfather’s great chair, stands a tall, ridiculously attractive man—Middle Eastern complexion, chiseled body, long brown hair, scruffy beard. “Welcome, friends,” he says, smiling. “We’ve been waiting for you.” “And who the fuck are you?” Puck growls at my side. The man grins. “I’m Lucifer. The Morningstar.” His smile sharpens. “And you’re about to die.”

Inside of the circle is the same moon that represents my Lycan King, but now instead of the bright color it was before, it is a light shade of red, with a dark border as dark as blood, with blood dripping from the top in lazy movements. The lightning bolt that crashes down the center of the moon looks etheral against the red background, drawing more attention to the spark that represents my Angel. The black raven that is my beautiful witch has darkened its color to be seen against the red backdrop, with more definition appearing on the feathers that float slowly to the bottom of the brand. My breath hitches in my throat as I move my fingers over the brand that now marks Lucern as mine for al

Solomon stumbled into the bathroom, hair all over the place, fangs down, and claws out. “What!” Solomon bellowed, searching the bathroom frantically. “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?” Lucia pointed at the mirror. Growling, Solomon turned to the mirror. Then his mouth dropped open too. “Merciful gods.” “How… how?” Lucia lifted her fingers, her hand shaking horribly. Gently she touched what could only be described as a massive, modern tribal tattoo that began where Warwick had bitten her last night while making love, and extended all the way down her right arm. Crisp lines, thick and dark, curled around and emphasized the lean muscles of her bicep and forearm.

Stated Stasia, chuckling slightly. “I am your Alpha; you are my mate. So, yes you will be the Luna of my pack. Security isn’t up to you. I get to decide that missy.” I said as I took a drink of my coffee. Putting my hand up Stasia shirt, wanting to touch her skin. “Did you just get this tattoo?” I lifted her tank to check out the tattoo. It looked like iridescent gothic wings. The ink was risen slightly, and looked like it has silver flake in it, making it look like glitter.

She gasped and covered her mouth. Alejandro looked at her. “That tattoo. How did you get it?” she asked. “From a tattoo artist?” “It's a wolf.” “No, a dog. The symbol of The Lucien Brothers,” he stated but Avril did not believe him. She did not want to believe Alejandro was completely ordinary, even though he was.

I cried into his embrace, all the time my gazed fixed to Marguerite’s glassy eyes. Lucifer laid the unmoving corpse down on the stone, her final resting place. He dipped his fingers into the thick sticky pool of blood, and drawing himself back up to his full height walked toward Lucas and myself. Using his fingers, he drew the sticky substance and created an upside down red triangle on Lucas’ forehead. The tip of the triangle nestled between his eyes. The blood pooled at the point, and dripped down the bridge of his nose. He moved his fingers to me. And whilst Lucas held me firmly in my arms by way of comforting me. Lucifer drew the same mark onto my head as well.

The next morning, Gary wakes up and goes to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he picks up the brush to brush his teeth, but stops looking in the mirror. A heart with flames was engraved on his chest and inside was an “L”. An “L” for Lucifron. He passed his hand over the mark, which was still sensitive. It was engraved on his chest as if it were made of hot iron, but it didn't hurt. In fact, touching her gave him shivers of pleasure.

And behind it, a fearsome monster emerged, a symbol of the fierce and unyielding love that burned within me. The tattoo artist put the finishing touches on the design, I felt a sense of completion wash over me, a profound sense of peace settling in my soul. For in that moment, I knew that my love for Aurora was not something to be hidden or suppressed—it was a force of nature, unstoppable and undeniable. I gazed upon the masterpiece that now adorned my chest, my heart grew beneath my sternum. Lucian’s chest bowed with pride because this is our mate tattooed to our chest forever and ever. She is MINE.

Lucifer asked confused and their eyes widened. Lucifer checked himself in the mirror and saw it. The tattoo like carving on his back. It was a dagger with a snake clinging to it in black colour, it looked so perfect and real like it's their skin. "What the fuck..." He heard Vincent cursing. Lucifer looked at them and Nicolai and Vincent had the same tattoo like thing on their back exactly where he has it. Below their neck. "What is this..." Nicolai frowned touching it. "I felt something burn on my back yesterday when we were mating... I thought it's because she was scratching my back..."

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.