Novel & Cerita Lucifer Morningstar Tattoo

he chuckled. “What does your mark look like on me?” he questioned, lifting his body off of mine. His cock slipped out of me. I almost cried, no longer feeling full. Eyes fluttering to Luci’s chest, it was a beautiful, small lamb hovering over his heart. I giggled, seeing the God of Destruction now holding a tattoo of something so precious looking. “A lamb,” I touched it. His wings shuddered, shaking my wings from its hold. Luci went speechless, holding his hand over it.

She is friendly to all her consumers so I didn't read into it so much. I placed the cup on the counter and walked around to her. The guy, she talking to was handsome. He had all females' eyes of him and some males as well. As soon as we made eye contact, I smiled. "I am sorry to barge into the conversation." I said to him and turned to Ms. M. "I have to go, Ms. M." I kissed her cheek. "Lucifer is in the office today." She smiled. "I keep telling you to leave your cup on the table."

Alexa's gaze lit up at his words and unconsciously she leaned forward and placed a hungry and passionate kiss on his lips. "We'll certainly finish what you started after everything is over Sunshine," Lucian winked running his fingers over her cheeks. Mustering the strength to walk away he stood up and picked up a black bag filled with ammunition. "Lucian," Alexa said halting his tracks, " Promise you'll come back to me," "I promise you sunshine, I'll return," He spoke with a drool-worthy smile, wearing a mask over his face and gloves over his hands before walking away. ****** "Fuck you are one tough bastard Lucifer," Raven chuckled as she strode up to Lucifer and examined his wrists, pleased

Enzo moaned, pulling Lucian’s hair and dragging his teeth along the lycan’s throat. Lucian yanked Enzo’s shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the full tattoo now — the crescent moons over his heart, and beneath them, a name etched in Old Tongue: Lucian. “You branded yourself with my name,” Lucian said, voice rough with awe and arousal. Enzo smirked. “I thought it was a one-night stand. Guess I was wrong.” “You’re damn right you were.” Their lips met again — hot, desperate, wet. Tongues tangled, breaths shuddered. Lucian kissed like a starving man, and Enzo gave like a blaze — wild, consuming, raw.

Ten minutes later he was facing the sand statues in the room which his dragon's fire had created. "You, my immortal armies will be the last." he said and created a knife made out of fire and with it he sliced open his palm and his blood began to fall down to the ground. "This should be enough." he added and left the room. His blood formed a circle around the sand statues. Only when the blood that circled around then dries off will they be able to come to life. Presenting his bleeding hand to his dragon's who were quick to lick out the blood making the cut heal almost immediately.

"No, but..." "There are no buts, Derek. She does not accept excuses." Lukas' voice changed to a more sinister tone. Derek felt a seering pain on his forearm, and as he rolled up his sleeve, he spotted the tattoo that was engraved into his flesh. It burned with an ominous gold hue. He touched the Mark carefully, tracing the intricate pattern until the pain died down.

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."

There, just like his brother and Taryk sported, was a new tattoo etching itself into his skin. Rushing over to Lukas, I reached down with one hand to steady myself against him as I leaned down to inspect Scarlet's upper chest. Instead of the heavy black lines that marked the guys, hers was almost delicate. Done in silvers and whites, it reminded me of an acid etched mirror. Her skin just happened to be the canvas. I looked over the room. Swallowed as something dawned on me. "Lukas, why are we the only ones who aren't still passed out?"

They both have the same tattoo… The tattoo I had seen on Lucian's body was on Elliot's arm. I almost stopped to ask Elliot about his tattoo that day at Pizza Lovers. But I was in a haste to catch up with the whisperer, so unfortunately, I couldn't. It was the exact same tattoo, the moon with a crown around it. I concluded back then that they would have gotten the tattoo from the same place, since it was something cool and trending, at least that was what Lucian said. He said he got this particular tattoo in a tattoo shop because it was cool and he liked it.

Lucifer comes closer to him, and all evil plans are swirling in his brilliant brain. "And from now on, your name is Antares." Lucifer patted his son's shoulder lightly. "Oh my son, Antares. You are the great red star, and the brightest of the Scorpio constellation." ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Does anyone here want to make a hateful comment for Lucifer? Did anyone suspect if the plot of this story would turn out like this? Give your opinion for this chapter? See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️