Lucifer's Daughter Bible Novels & Stories

she said in between whimpers as she walked towards her parents with her hands stretched forward trying to get a hug from them, like them the little girl was utterly confused with the whole situation, earlier when the Pope had placed the holy cross on her forehead she couldn't explain it but she had the urge to shout as if a defense mechanism had been triggered, never had she intentionally wanted the pope dead. "Stay away from us Lucifer!" Her father yelled out in panic pushing his wife behind him to shield her from their daughter who he now saw as a demon of Lucifer, being a strictly religious man who had witnessed the supernatural unholy power his daughter had displayed he couldn't help but

So he let us go and decided to run away as fast as he can just to be able to get rid of me and to the light within me. “This light… is this… power?” I deeply stared at my hands. “Emerald… I…” Lucifer gradually lost his consciousness. I came to pick him up but he was too heavy. So I just let him rest round my arms and wait until he finally open up his eyes. After a while, he finally regain his consciousness. He woke up and suddenly look into my hands. “The light that came from you earlier… it was… sacred,” he whispered. “Sacred? What do you mean? Why would I gain this kind of power even if God already abandoned me?” I grasped his arms and begged for the answer.

She sunk her sharp nails into my throat forcing me took choke while Dad slammed the door shut. I fixed my terrified eyes on the blood stained floor. I was sure my heart was beating for the last time when I saw Will Still pull out a pistol. "Look at me,lucipher!" Dad boomed again. "It's time you get to understand what it means by messing with the family. You f**ked up already by killing her. You are not one of us," he posed and blew the tendrilse of thivk bhang smoke into the air. "But we are human enough to consider giving you an option to be alive till this hour. And there's only one option if at all what you want is to continue being alive," he explained in a throaty voice.

“And that's for a cause, they'll die serving their queen till their last breath, a fitting death don't you think?” “You crazy b*tch. I'll put an end to your little shenanigans right here and right now.” Lucifer replied, her Metaphysical Essence warping around her, horns emerged from her forehead, a dragon tail on her tailbone, wings and scales. Her crimson oculars radiating with so much power space seemed to distort around her. “I stole your power and you still have this much? You truly are Ymir's daughter.” Lilianith replied and she too matched Lucifer, she transitioned into her devil form and glared at Lucifer trying to keep her power under control as it was violently reacting to Lucifer’s

Lucifer asked changing the topic. Glad they weren't talking about her beautiful pretty self again. "She is Tharollin daughter." Lolly answered making Lucifer eyebrows raised in surprise. "Tharollin? Are you by any chance referring to the Demon King?" He asked with curiosity. "Yes, that stupid girl is the daughter of Tharollin." Tamara answered this time. "And she is the one I love which Taloc will merge with me after the bond has been broken." Dean chip in making Lucifer glance at him briefly.

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

She lands lightly, silently, barefoot, and stands there for a moment, her shoulders back, her chin high, like she owns the darkness. My breath catches, just for a second. She doesn’t even look around. She just runs. Not out of fear. Out of freedom. Her legs move with practiced grace as she disappears into the trees, fast and sure, vanishing down that same path I’ve seen her take before. Towards the human town. Towards the noise and the lights and the place where no one cares who her father is. I stay still. Silent. So that’s who she is. The Lycan king’s daughter, but nothing like him. Running from a life most would kill for. So beautifully, blissfully unaware of what she’s walking into.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

"Well well. The little cat has claws, how scary!" "Stop it right now! I'm not a kid nor a cat, do you understand? And I have a name." "Oh really? Then do please tell us your name." "HMP. It's Rosemary, Rosemary Cipriano! Commander of the Heavenly troops and Head Strategist." "You're-" "Lucifer?" "The hell! You are Gabriel's daughter, hmm?" "He's no father of mine! Now then, I've got to go since my sisters are waiting for me. Bye-bye."

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”