Lucifer Morningstar X Reader Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

The bringer of dawn. 'I-I don't understand,' I said, my voice trembling. 'Lucifer was the Morning Star, wasn't he?' 'No, Lucifer wasn't the Morning Star, just as he wasn't the one that terrified the Seraphim,' Blake said. 'They were terrified of the son they knew he would have.' My gaze travelled to where Ethan remained on his knees, his face unreadable. Stone-like. A mask. 'This book is about the one destined to destroy the Heavens. This book, Miss Brogan, is not the Gospel of Lucifer.'

Xavier stated. "Yes. How else could they gather rogues, clanless vampires, an ice dragon and warlocks, and such? Next thing we know they will wake up the death angel." Lucifer deduced. Then he stiffened. They all realized one significant thing. That he may be right. From the screen, Alexander saw his demon friend stood up. Fuck! This couldn't be right. They saw Lucifer open a thick silver bound book. The monitor has focused on him again. He was reading the demon history book.

She turned to see Zach leaning against a pillar, his arms crossed, that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. "Ugh, not now," Rita groaned, her voice thick with congestion. "Aw, is the little witch under the weather?" Zach rolls up his sleeve, revealing faint scars along his inner arm. "Vampire blood can cure most supernatural ailments. But it’s a two-way street. You’d have to trust me enough to drink it." "Back off, leech." Derek’s voice cut through the hallway like a blade. He stepped between them, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp.

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.”

“Mr. Morningstar?” “You dare say my name publicly and point a gun at my daughter.” Lucifer removes his hat, then walks calmly over to Alex, “so are these yours, boy? It seems as if you had a beating.” Lucifer grabs Alex by his chin, “look at me, boy!” “Sir, I am, I am sorry. I was trying to explain to them who they were, Mr. Morningstar.” Lucifer glanced at Alex and looked over at his guard nodding his head, the guards grabbed Alex by his arms, and Tiffany ran up to her dad, “Dad let him go; I promise I won’t talk to him again if you spare him, dad.”

she answers him. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “I don’t even know how to talk to him right now,” Alex pulls out a little book. She opens it to reveal the name, Drago Morningstar. Adrian looks at her, “Isn’t that his…” “Shut up Adrian. I will use this,” she says. Adrian turns his head as he picks up on strange footsteps. He sees Lucifer’s armored guards walking towards them. “I don’t think you will need that,” he says and the two vampires give way for them.

Rationale told me that he has to have a good reason for keeping this information from me, but it still hurts. So, after I finished unpacking, I told Lucifer I was going to the grocery store to pick up some things for the house...which of course, he wanted to go with me, not getting the hint that I’m trying to get away from him before my emotions get the best of me. I shot him down the nicest way possible, saying that it is a girls outing, meaning I dragged Jynx along with me. As my bodyguard, it is only natural that she moved into the Morningstar Estate with us, claiming a bedroom on the second floor as far away from mine and Lucifer’s as she could because she said she didn’t want to hear us

He extended a trembling hand, offering the letters to Lucas. Lucas, without a word, started reading. His eyes darted across the pages as the servant watched, anxiety etched across his face. With each line he perused, Lucas's features grew progressively graver. The message was clear: there was a sinister plan to pit vampires against werewolves, and it was a scheme that could spell disaster for all of them.

We checked into the most luxurious hotel in the area. The moment I stepped into our suite, the familiar scent of Crestwood air hit me. Memories flooded back, I sank onto the edge of the bed with my hands trembling. Caspian noticed and walked up to me then kneel in front of me, holding my face. “Hey. Look at me.” His golden eyes were full of love. “Everything is going exactly as we planned. They won’t know what hit them.” Emelda sat beside me and squeezed my shoulder. “You’re not the same girl they broke. You’re Seraphina Voss now, Luna of Ironmoor and soon they’ll all bow to you.”

I turn around and lean back on him as we gaze upon the sky, and I point at the brightest star in the sky tonight. “There! That’s the first star I saw and I thought I’d make a wish…not for me but for all the lycans and werewolves out there. So we might…you know, finally have the next heir.” He laughs. “Damn it, woman, what the hell are you wishing on a star for, then? Were you planning on conceiving the next heir through an immaculate conception?” I blush. “No, silly, of course not, but—”