Lucifer Stare Novels & Stories

But it was his eyes that had Rebecca’s hand locked firmly onto the hilt of her dagger. Lucian’s silver irises had bled into a blinding, solid white light, completely devoid of pupils, radiating a profound, cosmic power that illuminated the dark corners of the bedroom. He was staring straight ahead into nothingness, his breathing shallow and rhythmic, his entire anatomy acting as a living lightning rod for a psychic current that was vibrating through the stone floorboards.

“Because, Lucan is the only one who can retrieve the Obsidian Dagger from its resting place. He's uniquely connected to its ancient energies, its layered defenses, in ways no other human could ever be. He's the only key that fits this lock." Nina's professional mask didn't slip, but Kairos saw the flicker of calculation in her eyes before it vanished. She inclined her head slightly. "Understood, sir. Lucan proceeds alone." Kairos returned his attention to the vast map, his gaze lingering on the island.

My tears dried instantly, replaced by a cold, hollow resolve. “My dignity…” I began, my voice steady despite the storm raging within me, “...is most respected and that of my child Raph... Lucian” I met his gaze, searching for a glimmer of remorse, of regret, but there was none. Only emptiness. “It’s Alpha Lucian to you now,” he growled. “And if I were you, I wouldn’t cross me.”

Blood formed at the corner of his lips. Zayn didn’t stop. Blow after blow. Lucien yelped in pain, trying to shield himself. Zayn breathed heavily. It wasn’t enough. He turned, walked to the wall, opened a box, and pulled out a small, silver knife. Lucien’s eyes widened. "No. No, please—NO!" Zayn walked back and without hesitation, stabbed the knife into Lucien’s arm. Lucien screamed, a piercing sound that echoed through the basement.

With Lucian, it was limited to flirting and the final outcome was on the bed that failed to transpire. “Huh?” My phrase made Alastair utterly dumbfounded. He almost choked the scotch he had sipped from his tumbler. “Did you say you never did?” I nodded. My body was supposed to react against this man. But it reacted to get him close. It might be more powerful because of the curse but when we were in the guest room, it felt the same. Actually, the influence Lucian had on me was nothing compared to Alastair's influence on me. Lucian used to send butterflies to my stomach. On the contrary, this man scares all the butterflies away and sets my body on fire without even laying a finger on my body.

Luca. It took a while before Luciano was fully awake. The drugs they had given him to induce sleep had worn off, and the medical staff came to take him off the machines. He was alright and did not need help. Catalina had tears of joy in her eyes and kissed his forehead gently. I maintained my distance while sitting on the couch, so I did not shock him. He wept a bit, and they both held each other; He had thought she would die, and she had thought he would die; it was a miracle that they still had each other. I was glad my sister called, and I was glad that I was willing to help out. The moment the medical staff left, I cleared my throat, and Luciano looked in the direction of my voice. I wat

Lucifer roared out loud as he tightened his grip on her. "Let her go, Lucifer!" Raven coldly yelled at him. Lucifer's eyes turned into vivid red as he shot a glare at Raven. Raven moved away from him. ✓✓✓✓ Kim Annie 👌

A massive figure emerges, seated in a velvet chair, black wings stretching behind him like smoke-formed blades. Lucifer. It has to be. He’s devastating. A dusky bronze complexion, long dark hair, a three-piece suit cut to a god’s body. His face is divine—so perfect it hurts to look at. But his eyes are wrong. Hungry. Unholy. Fear wraps around my ribs like a vice. I force myself to breathe. To think. Ground yourself. Five things you can see… Fire. Molding. Bedpost. Glass. Nightstand. Four things you can hear… Chains. Flames. My breath. Sheets rustling.

One step at a time, Lucifer erased the distance between him and his chamber. No one stopped him when he opened his chamber doors and stepped inside. The first thing he saw is Lucas. He is sitting on the floor holding an unconscious Lola in his lap. His unwavering gaze holding her unmoving body hostage. The physicians are treating her on the floor. No one dared to move her away from Lucas. Lucifer's steps stopped abruptly at the sight. His gaze became blurry and he didn't realise when he collapsed on the floor beside Lucas, near his daughter's feet.

The witches continued to chant, their incantations growing louder and more urgent, as they called upon the spirits of the earth to guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife. The faes fluttered around the pyres, their magic intermingling with the smoke and flames, offering comfort and solace to those who remained behind. Jasper’s hand slowly slid into mine and I let him. I lazily let my fingers over his wrist and I felt that his nerve was literally bouncing up and down. So, the lycan prince was not as unaffected as he looked. I smiled ruefully as I let his fingers lock with mine.