Lucifer Morningstar X Reader Novels & Stories

His nircotine breath almost made me puke. "You killed my daughter for no reason. Your crocodile tears won't help!" He breathed heavily as he pushed me away. I stumbled and fell hard hitting my head on the floor. Darkness... I lost my vision. **** The fresh fragrance of his cologne filled the entire room. I wanted to open my eyes but I couldn't. The next thing was the warm soft touch of his mascuu fingers. As if he knew what I wanted he planted a warm passionate kiss as our lips interlocked.

Since arriving in this madman-infested slaughterhouse, Alex only ever came to know of Amber’s powers but now Luca has decided to introduce his and god was it an annoying one. The sheer pain Alex felt when waking up to the sight of Xavier angrily peering down at him like he was no different from that rogue vampire was enough to give one nightmares. And that’s exactly what Alex had to go through when he’d woken up, still too dazed to realize he was actually awake.

Lilith may be a Blood Succubus, but faced with someone who could withstand her suppression, she wouldn't be able to do much. Alucard was like a dark shadow that moved with the Noonday Sun. His eyes flashed brightly as he dashed into Tucker's path and threw a punch. That seemingly insignificant punch was filled with the power of a million stars, and Tucker could feel his body being pushed back by the powerful force if the punch. And it hadn't even struck him yet!

Chapter 143: The Traitor's Price Lord Trevor’s screams filled the cathedral, high-pitched and frantic. The obsidian monster loomed over him, its gaping maw dripping orange sludge onto his chest armor. The metal hissed and dissolved, exposing his raw, raw Lycan flesh. "The pin, Trevor! Pull the pin!" Natalia shouted, dragging her battered body across the platform toward Kael. Trevor didn't look at her. His eyes were wide, bloodshot circles of pure terror as the creature raised a jagged scythe-claw. The monster swung downward.

Her eyes automatically closed in exhaustion, their scents were already invading all her senses as she was filled with their seeds. "She lasted longer than I expected her to be..." Vincent chuckled as he pulled her limp body on his top. "Much longer..." Nicolai agreed. "I never felt this good before... She is awesome..." Lucifer Smirked and slide down beside her. *** In the morning lucifer was the first one to wake up, they never really bothered to sleep before but they do now as she was there to sleep with them. One by one all the brothers woke up and looked at their treasure. She was still in deep sleep, her arms were tightly wrapped around Vincent. "Fuck... I can stay like this forever..."

Tomorrow I will keep my eyes on the work and my questions locked behind my teeth. But tonight the old memory will not stay buried. Tonight I can still feel the exact pressure of a dying man’s hand around my wrist, and the exact shade of gold that looked at me as if I were the last solid thing in a collapsing world. I lie down in the dark and wait for sleep that does not come easily. Somewhere beyond the wall the king of the lycans sits with a freshly bound shoulder, the lingering ghost of an old wound, and a question he has not finished asking—and may not be willing to leave that particular question alone for long.

The touch burns, not with fire, but with recognition. “I want the thoughts you bite down. The moans you smother with pillows. The way your breath hitches when you arch in bed alone.” Lucifer stands slowly, gaze never leaving her face. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Her skin still hums where he touched her. “I’ll go,” he says, and it’s a lie dressed as mercy. Because he’s not retreating. He’s seeding himself. Into her bones. Into the empty space where her faith used to live.

“Please,“ he asked again. I nodded. Taking the card from him, I'll toss it away, but I didn't want to make him, or myself, more uncomfortable. He leaned closer; fingers grazed against my ears. “Thank you...” He murmured. Before pressing a kiss against my temples, my belly tied in several knots as I raised my gaze. Fuck. Fuck. Holy fuck. I froze. My breath caught—not from him, but from the sudden chill that swept through the room. Luca was standing there. His piercing blue eyes burnt with a rage so intense that the entire room grew silent under the weight of his glare. His jaw was tight, the faint scar along his jawline catching the light as his lips twisted into a deadly smirk that sent a sh

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.

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.