Lucifer X Alastor Comic Novels & Stories

I stumbled again as waves of agony and pain ravaged and raged through my troubled body at the mercy of my tormentors. "Don't make a fool of yourself dude! This is not a stick," he boomed as he pointed at the pistol. Blood was oozing from my nose already as I struggled to get back on my feet. I glanced at her direction and she was already unconscious. It was then that it dawned on me that Alvarez had backstabbed us. He had sold us into the trap and vanished. What a fucking a idiot! I muttered as bit my lower lip in pain. I stumbled back almost losing my balance and landed in the trench.

We both deserved better. I sat down on my bed and exhaled deeply. I slipped back into my wonder. Was Kristen going to be back from his meeting anytime soon? I really needed to ask him about this Don De la Vega. I wanted to be sure that I was going to work for a good person. I lay on my bed and admired the ceiling. It was simply beautiful and stunning. The patterns felt like they told a hidden story. Every now and then, it seemed like I could make out the pattern of an angel or ancient Lycan. They were a lot of moon engravings and I think I saw a figure that resembled the Moon-Goddess.

Alastair had transformed into a monster of darkness. “This is it,” Alastair sighed long with a wide smile. “I’m alive,” he said in a raspy voice. “What the fuck? You’re still alive?” asked Harlow with a furrowed brow. “I’m no Alastair,” answered the monster with a cackling laugh. Harlow was stunned before he raised a question in whispers. “You’re Lucifer?” The monster turned to me. “Come on, Alexa. We can rule this world together,” he said, reaching a hand toward me.

“After everything that happened, how can I be sure?” Lucifer’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. “Because I say so,” he growled, his hands gripping Allistair’s wrists and pinning them above his head. “Because you are mine, and I will never let you go again.” He claimed Allistair’s mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue delving deep as if to reclaim every forgotten memory. Allistair struggled against his hold, but Lucifer’s grip was unyielding, his body pressing down on him with a weight that was both comforting and terrifying.

he inquired, his eagerness evident. A smirk played on her lips as she averted her gaze. "I did miss you," she confessed, a hint of vulnerability coloring her admission. Sensing the moment's gravity, Lucifer shifted his position, settling comfortably on his throne. Lucinda, ever confident, took her place on his lap, their connection unyielding. "So, have you discovered anything new about the humans recently? What are they up to?" Lucifer inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Lucinda's eyes gleamed with hidden knowledge as she responded, her voice filled with intrigue.

Besides, Lucifron was friends with the werewolf god-king, what better luck could the pack members ask for. Now that Lucifer was locked in hell for all eternity, the alpha and his Luna could sleep all morning if they needed to. The pack was organized, and the alpha deserved some comfort in the arms of his loved one. When the sun was already high, Lucifron finally woke up. He opened his eyes and stared at Gary's sleeping face. He smiled and kissed him on the nose. Gary grumbles and squeezes him even more, making Lucifron smile. He struggles to free himself from the tight embrace and runs to the bathroom for his basic needs.

My eyes began to sting as I recall the painful cries of the townspeople of Assura. "Not only that, but I was also present on the day Lucian Helion Salvatorri was murdered." I wasn't able to follow what happened next. Everything happened so fast. Lucien is now in his wolf form! The circumstances have changed and now everything is in chaos. Rogues emerged from the shadows, but they were deterred from attacking us when Lucien growled, pinning Luther to the ground. I know he can easily snap Luther's neck with one wrong move. So as a result, the rogues took a step back.

I was too happy, too lost in this human, yet profoundly lupine, ecstasy. I had just had my first change, had truly become a werewolf, and now I was receiving the most devastating, soul-shattering head from my Alpha, my husband, in this sacred woods. The symmetry of it was as profound as it was pleasing. Lucian was, without a doubt, a killer with his mouth.

Lucifer fired back angrily. *I'm sorry, boss. Let's get going for the blood hunt,* Annihilator hissed excitedly. Lucifer shifted into his wolf form, a massive black beast with glowing red eyes. He leapt from the window, landing silently on the ground below. He moved with lethal grace towards the dungeon, his mind focused on his next victim. Luciano, standing guard outside the dungeon, saw the wolf approaching. He quickly ordered the guards to leave, recognizing Lucifer in his wolf form.

____________ At The Other Side: Outskirts of the Vampire Kingdom where the War is taking Place: _____________ Lucifer smirked as he made sure he used Raziah's fingers to dig into her stomach and was pleased to see the shock look on Dark and his twin, burning the covered side of her stomach with his fire and giving access to her hand. He removed her fingers and made sure he left his dark fire burning inside the open stomach as her blood was soaking her dress. If he hadn't put his fire in her stomach, her wolf healing would have closed the open stomach for her.