Lucifer Rated Novels & Stories

Lucifer was everything that Lilith has said he would be. He was perfectly sculpted, from his fine chiselled facial features, to his broad shoulders and back, right down to his foot size. It was like he was sculpted by god himself, which I guess he was? Unlike Lucas and Lilith, Lucifer was dark haired. His eyes burned two fiery orbs, not unlike Lysander’s. Thick bushy eyebrows were the crowning jewel. Like Lilith, at first glace to look at him, he looked no older than late 20s. His toned physique showing no signs of age. He certainly didn’t look old enough to have fathered the 13 adult children whose portraits hung in the long gallery.

This couldn’t be real. But it was. I was about to marry the Lycan King. - - - Alpha Damien Blackwood stood tall and still. His face was unreadable but very handsome, I wondered if he was real. I have never seen a man look this good. His eyes—dark and sharp held me in place. They were locked on me with a kind of intensity that made my skin prickle.

When his eyes meet Emily’s body dead on the bed his eyes turn red in anger and he walks to run and hugs her tight. “How could you do this to me?” – Leon says looking up talking to the Goddess – “What did I ever do to you?” – he asks while he cries. “Son” – I say approaching him and placing one of my hands on his shoulder – “You have to be strong” – I say knowing well that it is hard. It is almost impossible. Most wolves go insane after the loss of their mates. “Strong? She was the one keeping me strong dad” – he says while his body shakes with the tears falling down his face – “I feel like I am about to die”

He doesn't mind being her bodyguard, but he doesn't want to assume things. Lucifer doesn't exactly mean that. He wanted to keep Lucas close to his daughter, as selfish as that might look. Lucas is the only person who could protect his daughter from every threat. As a father, he wanted his daughter to be safe. "Oh no, please don't misunderstand my words. I can never make such a request with a person of your stature. It's just that, I couldn't recognize the potted plants until you pointed them out. I come to her room every now and then. I should have recognized them earlier. But I was worried and couldn't give my attention to details. But you are perceptive and noticed every single detail. I a

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

I quietly say, and his mouth falls open. "No. No. A werewolf can't do that. We can't hurt our mates," Lucian says, shaking his head, and I laugh sarcastically. "Before that, you had choked me. I was weak and mouthed off, and you choked me. The human doctor told you I was weak, but you didn't care. I was disposable. You hated me because I accidentally killed Lucifer while trying to save myself," I snap, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head.

"I rebelled. And we both know how that turned out." I swallowed hard, my mind reeling. "So, what? You're saying I should just suck it up and stay put?" Lucifer laughed, a sharp bark that echoed off the obsidian walls. "Hell no, darling. I'm saying you need to be smarter than I was." He stood, pacing before me with fluid grace. "This gilded cage, as you so eloquently put it, it's not meant to trap you. It's meant to protect you. But I see now that it's become suffocating."

I nodded and ate my food silently, deep in thoughts. I didn't know if it was a good idea accepting Logan's deal. He said I wouldn't die from loss of blood. It shouldn't be a big deal then should it? And there was Lucian, I was mad at him for being selfish and deceiving me yet I let him make love to me. I enjoyed every bit of it and the more I tried to stop myself from falling deeper the more I fell. Logan had let me in to every detail surrounding the werewolves. Lucian is a Lycan, which means he is more powerful. According to Logan, they were best friends however Lucian had kill his mother which caused the enmity between them.

She gritted. "That boy is a monster and will always be a monster... He is not even capable enough to understand basic emotions... Do you have any idea at what extend he can hurt that girl?... She is a human and he is one of the most powerful supernatural, do you see any match here... She is in danger, he will kill her..." "Have he marked her?" Lucifer asked. "No! I didn't see any mark on her neck." Luca replied. "It means our son has weakness!"

"Lily, where are you? Luca's fingers continue the assault on my already swollen pussy; his tongues licks my inner thigh to my pubic region to my belly button, and then they descend on my tits, sucking me senseless. "Office! Jeez. Oh my gosh." I squeal in excitement. Luca wears an arrogant smile. "Are you okay?" Tiffany asks from the other end of the line. I eye Luca, signaling him to stop, but he doesn't listen. He thrust his fingers deeper, pressing his weight on me as his lips claimed mine. When we break apart, I'm breathless. My voice comes out too high pitch. "I saw a rat!" "Something very important has happened." That's when I hear the crack in her voice, followed by a sniff. Tiffany is