Novel & Cerita Lucifer X Alastor Fanart

I had overheard two women, elegant but dripping in insincerity, their claws painted and filed into perfection, their scent too sweet to be trusted, leaning in just some steps behind us near the refreshments. I hadn’t turned, but I had heard it all. One of them purred, “Alpha Lucian is something else. Commanding presence, cunning as hell, sharp-minded and calculating. Damn, he’s a dream.” “And that face,” the other one whispered like it was a sin. “He’s a sin. A hot god of destruction. I’d let him ruin me.” I nearly crushed Lucian’s fingers right then and there. His hand was warm in mine, yet my fingers curled tighter. Not in fear, not in protectiveness, just pure, unfiltered annoyance.

The rest of the spectators cheered him and carried him up and chanted his nickname. "Lucifer! The hell dog!" They kept chanting. I pulled away from the window and sighed. I hoped and prayed he would forget me tonight. I hoped his victory would occupy the thoughts of his mind, but I was wrong. A few minutes later, the very image of my thought strolled casually into my room. "Turn around," Lucifer commanded me in his alpha male voice and without much resistance, I obeyed, heading to the bed, my face away from his. Lucifer Saunron is the alpha male of the Lycans and the owner of me.

“I’ll try to avoid biting you. I’m sorry for the scar.” She smiled. “You’re upset you hurt me but you’re not really sorry that you marked me. It’s proof that I belong to you, right? I get it.” She licked her lips. “You can do it all you want. Just try to avoid drawing blood though. Love bites are sexy and I enjoy it when you nip me during sex. It makes me so hot.” He couldn’t miss the sincerity of her words. “You could mark me and I don’t mind if you draw blood. I love when you dig your nails into my back.”

He looks around the area, urging the crowd to agree with him for some reason. Some nodded while others pressed their lips into a firm line. "Our unofficial Luna Eleanor Raven from the Blue Mountains pack is the cursed blood wolf. Hence, we all know what that means." He continued. I noticed Alex uncross his arms, clenching his fists tightly by his sides. "Watch your mouth, boy." Alex warns. Still, Lucas shrugged, turning his back to Alex as he spoke to the crowd.

Elise followed Lucian, entered the den and found him still staring blankly at the miscarriage report. Lucian was silent for a long time before nodding. He put the miscarriage report in a delicate photo frame and then he engraved it with the words "Beloved Pup of Lucian and Alice." He held the box and touched the words on it. "Sorry, I am so sorry." Elise stood aside, her wolf eyes full of disgust and impatience, but when Lucian looked over, she quickly put on a grief-stricken expression, "The pup is so poor."

People gathered around each picture, whispering amongst themselves. I squeezed into one of the circles and saw the man in the first picture. He looked familiar. The name inscribed read: Finny Wade. Ryker’s dad. I moved on to the next picture, seeing that most were of his family tree. They looked like a lineage of vampires with those piercing red eyes but they were fine. I saw nearly everyone’s picture except his mother’s, and it bugged me. Why wasn’t she included? Was it only Alphas? As I walked further down, I came across a picture that was set apart from the others and it was the painting of a woman.It seemed more like an altar

After another hour long drive I eventually made it back to my captivity cell after I changed out of my suit. " You look like you want to kill someone and also yourself. Was it that bad?" I rolled my eyes at Adamo's greeting as I sat back down on my bed." It was fine." " Why lie however?" This time I turned to look at Luca who was busy reading a magazine on his bed rather of looking at us. " Do you want me to hit you? Because I will." When I said this Luca turned his head in my direction and gave me a small boo." Do it. I go I could get you on your burro any day."

and faced her adversaries. She wants to grasp the world in between her fingers and place the love of her life above every other desire, but just like I said, love comes into play in strange places and times. She ran so far away that she got into the territory of the bounts. A land where no werewolf was accepted. Any werewolf around was always resigned to the death judgment. It was the enmity between two rival groups with crazy abilities. But Luck was on Axel's side. She fell into the arms of the most passionate about she could ever encounter. His name was Rex. Rex was a young, passionate and hardworking bound. He was an advocate for justice and unison. Easygoing and gentle. Their encounter

I stammered, shaking with terror. "Hmph. You've seen it all. Today is your last day, pervert," he said, his anger palpable. "I'm not a pervert! I'm your fan!" I cried, trembling. "A fan? Are you sure?" "Yes! I am... your fan!" I answered, even more frightened as Drex's irises flickered back to yellow. "Haha! But you ran away screaming when you saw the real me! That wolf was me, Drex Ethan! I am a Lycan!" He grinned, leaning in so close that he licked my cheek, as if tasting his next meal.

It breaks my heart that he is the only true friend I have left in this world, and I haven't even looked at his face since we were children. Then my wolf gives a sharp yip inside my chest—Lestat! He is walking right out of a dark alleyway, heading straight toward my position! His massive frame is swaying slightly from side to side—has he been drinking fermented fire-mead? His amber eyes are blinking heavily under the bright neon signs, and he flinches the moment his gaze sweeps past a large, burly male tracking him from the shadows. The shadow wolf starts creeping closer, and Lestat shifts his weight, increasing his stride.