Lucifer Publishing Company Novels & Stories

“Welcome to the team. But don’t get too happy about that. Just because you’re in doesn’t mean you get to be the boss or anything. There’s no boss here. You might hate the committee thing, but that’s just how we fly, and there’s no changing that. “We move under the rule of majority, and we abide by the decision, no matter the outcome. Even if you or I don’t like it. I mean, you just saw proof of that.” Lucifer nodded in understanding. “I-I get it,” ze said. “It’ll be kind of an adjustment for me, and I might slip sometimes. Or a lot. I don’t know. Never done the company thing. Much less the whole votey yea nay thing. But I’ll try.” Lucifer took a deep breath as ze began to heal the bruises on

FLASHBACK 4 Lucifer stared for a long time at his hands in shock, and it was definitely not because of the scrawny look of his hands. The creature that had humiliated him before his subjects had long since walked past him and now he was busying himself with the items on the trees. One by one he would pick them and throw some into his mouth and others he will put in a large leaf, probably storing them for later. Those things were edible?! NO! It’s this creature that has lost its mind. Why would he put substances of a tree in his mouth? Why will he put anything there at all?

“In one of my previous lives, I worked at a fabric factory. On the same night that Lucifer murdered me, a fire started in the factory and killed five women. One of them was Lana.” She lifts another sheet. This one is an old journal entry that chronicles several deaths that occurred during the middle ages. “In this one, I was a servant girl at a castle. After I recalled the name of the castle, I researched and found out that the night after Lucifer murdered me, one of the other servant girls was beaten and raped by a group of marauders. During that life, I shared a room with two chambermaids. One of them was Lana, and the other one was Bree. Lana was the one that was killed.”

He’s gentle to me, protects me and there would be no other person I would rather be with. Luci’s breath halted, his body still hovering over me. I’m not sure if he was still breathing. “Lucifer,” I whispered his full name again. It didn’t feel foreign like I thought it would, because Luci was just so easy to say. No, this was a name grasping for his attention, taking in all of him, not just the loving side he cares with me so but all of him. All the torment he can cause, I was there to help soothe his storms, and he was there to create them in me. “Lucifer, make it official. Claim me. Claim this body because you have already claimed my heart.”

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

Author Pov Lucifer slammed his bloodied palms on the table beside her body making her gasp out in horror. The person that caged her wasn't the one she knew. Lucifer used to cry loudly at the smallest cut or bruise and this Lucifer wasn't even wincing at the whole damn deep wound. He was just glaring and glaring at her.

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

The candles burned lower, wax dripping onto the stone like tears of the damned. I came again, clenching around him, and his name a blasphemy on my tongue—“Luca, fuck, God—” He followed, spilling inside me, hot and endless, and marking me from the inside out, his growl echoing off the high ceiling like a demon released. We stayed locked, breathing hard, sweat mixing, and the crypt air thick with sex and smoke. Then the twist. A panel in the wall—right behind the picture—slid open with a grinding of stone on stone.

“Perhaps it’s too late already?” Lucifer draws himself nearer, the pungent smell of burning filled my nose, “Tell me Princess of St Leger, how many people have you killed already with your power?” He pauses once more, leaning so close now that the heat from his breath warms my cheek. “How many people reside on your list to dispatch already I wonder? I predict that the seed of darkness has already been sewn. “And it is a well known fact that the St Leger power feeds off of darkness.” He finishes. The room falling into silence around us.

Lucifer’s POV It was hard to believe that she had these visions, and they were so damn accurate. But the proof was sitting right in front of me; her visions had led us to this traitor. Rudo Luciano, the alpha and head of the New York family. The same fucker who had sent Stray as a tribute to us. "Why can’t I move?" Luciano screamed as he struggled against his limp body. "What have you done to me?" I rolled my eyes. This time it was not my doing. It was that witch boy who had rendered Luciano’s body immobile using his powers.