Lucious Lyon From Empire Novels & Stories

Fey pointed to where they placed the remaining clothing and smiled again. While partially covering his nose, Lucius was compelled to once more scan the space. "What do you want me to serve you, coffee or tea?" She asked. Service who? Did they eat here? He doubted he could survive here for more than an hour, let alone take anything. "Don't worry, I will be fine,” he replied. “Oh, you can’t say that. This is your first time in my empire you can’t afford to say no,” she said. Lucius turned to gaze around once again. He now realized where Layla got her acting techniques from when she called this prison an empire, she was so unbelievable.

Valentino stepped back a little more, having linked some of his warriors who joined them as soon as Valentino realised that Delta Lucas wasn’t there to help him. Valentino ducked behind the first line of his warriors and gave the nod, one stepped forward right up in front of Delta Lucas, pulled back his arm and threw a hard punch, the warrior was surprised when Delta Lucas caught his fist in his hand and then growled low as he shifted into his Lycan form. As soon as Delta Lucas had shifted, he quickly turned the shocked warrior in front of him and sliced his claws through his throat and ripped off his head.

"He’s their tech guy and he works for free. In my world, that’s a subordinate." Timothy shifted his gaze to Gam, who was leaning against the counter. "Eleanor, I have a play that might rattle Lucius enough to make him slip. But you have to hold off on the confrontation. I can't give you the details because if your shock isn't real, he’ll smell the setup. And the tech stays with me to pull the strings." The Empress gave a short, clinical nod. "Approved."

Justice had created the vacuum. Now they would learn who had been waiting for it. The calm held. Too perfectly. And somewhere inside that stillness, something old was choosing whether to reveal itself. The empire had not fallen. It had gone quiet. Which, Lillian knew, was often how the real collapse began.

“Aside from my assistant, you're the only person I know that engages me and takes back. If I'm going to be taking a Luna, however temporary, I need someone who's smart and can contribute to my home… even if it means going against me sometimes.” My throat went dry at his speech as it eradicated any negative thoughts that night be residing at the back of my mind. “So…do we have a deal?” He asked again, his eyes sharp. This time, I didn't hesitate to answer. “Yes. Yes, I will be your Luna.” A few seconds had barely passed after I agreed when the door opened and a tall, lanky man with shrewd eyes and shaggy hair confidently strolled in, stopping short when he spotted me and the Lycan King.

“We’re about to arrive in Nueva York! We can’t turn back now! We don’t have enough fuel either! Luc, what’s gotten into you?” Lucien shoved Emily away violently and snapped at her. “Shut up!” Emily froze. This was the first time Lucien had ever spoken to her so harshly. She bit her lip, a flash of resentment and grievance crossing her face. “It’s useless.” His friend’s voice echoed again, distant and faint. “When you return, all you’ll see is Olivia’s corpse. Emily is now the protagonist. You should treat her well and keep her emotionally stable. If anything happens to her, this world will collapse, and you will die too.”

The Starcloud Empire's Emperor，Callum, smiled. "Father, here is the case." Tess directly told him about Lucas' intention to destroy the Boundless Sword Organization. "What?" The Emperor, Callum, was shocked. Never would he have imagined that Tess would speak such words. Then, he looked at Lucas, who was beside Tess. "Are you Lucas York?" ... Lucas said, "Yes." The Emperor, Callum, was secretly shocked. He couldn't imagine that Lucas could actually kill the Mad Dragon Sacred Sword. After all, in his view, Lucas was too young.

The owner of the club was the shifter who gave access to everyone to have fun as it is adjoined by all territories from all the packs of Supernaturals. Lyceon seldom attracts attention because of his original royal bloodline. He prefers to be elusive and confidential about this among the crowd unless and until the problem walked to him itself and now the problem had left the footprints behind which He followed to erase it permanently. “Hey handsome. Wanna join me in room number nine?” A tall woman approached him, blocking his way. Her sultry voice and shortage of clothing on her thin body almost ruined his good mood. The red lipper she applied on her augmented lips was a big turn off because