Lucious Lyon From Empire Novels & Stories

His striking crimson eyes remained fixed on the altar before him, revealing nothing of the thoughts hidden behind them. The nobles watched him with a mixture of admiration and unease. Although he appeared no older than thirty-one, Lucien had ruled the Night Empire for over a thousand years. He had inherited the throne after avenging the murder of his father, defeating the ruthless warlord who had nearly plunged the empire into ruin. Since then, no enemy had dared invade vampire territory, and no rebellion had survived long enough to threaten his reign. His name alone inspired loyalty among his soldiers and terror among his enemies. Yet despite all his victories, there was one duty he had pos

The soldier went rigid, his hand giving a quick twitch toward his gun. “Enough,” Damien muttered, stepping in, his voice rough and heavy, like thunder rolling too close. “Back off.” Lucian lifted his hands, all mock innocence. “Just helping. Adrien’s enemies live closer than he thinks.” He strolled back to the elevator, but turned with one last slice. “Oh, and Adrien? Cute speech tonight. But empires always topple when kings get sloppy.”

“Yes. Liam Blackwood. That man is untouchable, untamed, and he doesn’t play by any rules. And now… he has decided he wants our empire too. He has some connection with Claire.” Meanwhile, in his dark penthouse, Liam sat in his office, swirling whiskey in his hand. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk, a smirk playing on his lips. “They’ve noticed me and my moves,” he murmured to himself, his voice low and cold. “Good. Let them think they can prepare to fight against me. Let them think they’re safe. But the game has only just begun.” Back in their office, Lucian closed his laptop, turning to Isla. “I won’t let him touch you. Or your company. Or anything we’ve built. This isn’t just business.

He was just at the initial Emperor State at most! Lucius was already in the Semi Almighty State. He was far stronger than Leon! With Lucius' skills, it would be incredibly easy to get rid of Leon and Snow! As long as Leon and Snow were both dead, no one would know that he killed Darius. Then, he would be free from any worries! "Yes!" Lucius handed Darius 'corpse' over to Dawn. After that, he did not hesitate at all to charge Leon and Snow with an imperious attack!

He’s watching me with an expression of pure, unadulterated devotion that it takes my breath away. He mouths the words. “I love you,” and for the first time, I say it back without hesitation. “I love you too,” I whisper back. Author: In the king's city… Lycan prince Lucious looked at his army of rogues in front of him after receiving news from his spy, and roars, “Tonight, we wipe him and his entire family.” Howl! Howl! Hoooo! They howl in vigor.

Her mind raced with fear as she spotted a figure standing on it. The Lycan who was with Lucian when they found her on the border—that devil of a Lycan who provoked her! His eyes glinted maniacally as he returned her gaze. She saw him licking his lower lip in a way that made her skin crawl. "We met again... our breathtaking Luna," Jude greeted her, and his words sent a shiver down her spine. Emily immediately went out of the water and walked past Lucian’s man. Her stomach twisted at the sight of him checking out her whole body. There was utter lust evident in his manic eyes.

“And when he’s gone, when the last stone of his father’s empire is ash—then we turn on Serrano.” Ayla sipped, then arched a brow. “And after Serrano?” Lucian’s gaze locked with hers, fire glinting in his dark eyes. “After Serrano, we build something new. Something untouchable.” “An empire,” she whispered. His lips curved. “Our empire.” Later that night, as she drifted to sleep against him, Lucian lay awake staring at the ceiling, listening to her steady breaths. He thought of fire. He thought of blood. He thought of a garden in Sicily.

Behind him stood Alec Moreau, a pistol smoking in his grip. "Looks like I made my choice," Moreau said coolly. Claire yanked herself free, running straight into Fiona’s arms. Lucian fell to his knees, coughing blood. His eyes locked onto Fiona, burning with hatred. "You think this is over?" he rasped. "I built this empire with my own hands. I will always have men willing to finish what I started." Fiona met his gaze, her expression unreadable. Then, without hesitation, she fired the final shot.

Luke stormed to Deck 17 to meet his grandpa, Benson Sylvester. Yes, he was the one and only Lucien Sylvester, the most notorious man in the city. His bad reputation had earned him the nickname of a devil. As such, all the bi*ches flocked to him like bees to honey. But he didn’t need them at the ripe age of thirty-two. He needed a genuine woman, a woman who could handle his children and his reputation. He needed someone selfless who wouldn’t choose him for his wealth.