Lucious Lyon In Empire Novels & Stories

“I ruled an empire once, you know.” “You did not,” she countered, arching a brow. “Did too. The empire of my kitchen, back when I was human. Best gumbo in three parishes.” He wagged a finger for emphasis, his gold-flecked eyes dancing. Adelaide laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.” “And devastatingly handsome,” he added with a wink, earning a real laugh from her this time. Lucien passed by with a fresh armload of blankets for the refugees sleeping in the halls.

Because each time Lucien’s eyes settled on him, it was heavier than before, warmer and crueler all at once, as though the man saw him not just as his protégé but as something more—something essential, irreplaceable. Arjun Singh watched all this in silence. His old soldier’s eyes missed nothing: the way Lucien hovered closer to Alexei than before, the way his words softened when directed at the boy. The Capo believed he had gained a tool of empire. But Arjun knew the truth: the empire had already begun its conquest, and its first prisoner was Lucien himself. Their car rolled through Vienna’s boulevards, past imperial façades and manicured gardens. Lucien moved back in his seat, cigarette burn

“ I mean your so called mate’s life is already in a hell of a danger right now. She—” Lucious’ eyes darkened as soon as he heard those words. Without waiting to hear anymore, he turned, his legs moving faster than they’ve ever moved before and within a second, he was completely gone from Seraphina’s sight. “ What a stubborn man!” She rolled her eyes before disappearing from there too. =======================🡺

the only thing that Emily said to Lucius while hugging it. Lucius didn't respond, he just cried and walked away. Lucius decided to move to Paris, France a week later to run away from the biggest mistake he made. He applied as a historian there and always bring Lucas to his workplace. When Lucas already graduated at Sr. High School, he sent him back to England first to continue his studies there at Cambridge. Then after his term, Lucius followed Lucas to England after 2½ years and got his house back at Windsor Gardens. William on the other hand married Princess Irina, the Prime Minister's daughter and had two sons already. Then Emily also married William's younger brother, and have two sons t

Finally. “It won’t be yours for long, Esme,” he said with a devious glint in his eye. “The Lycian Empire has their eyes on this one.” The Lycian Empire? My mind whirred. Surely, he had to be joking. The Lycian Empire not only ruled our world, they had several multi-billion-dollar companies. A project like the one I’d won wasn’t big enough to make them interested. Besides, if they’d had an interest, they could have simply sent down the order, and we wouldn’t have even dared try for it. So it had to be a lie, a tactic to make me worried.

I may have fallen into Erik’s trap, but I knew I would find a way out of it and these mates of mine were going to be a part of it. “Let me go check what’s taking them so long,” Leon said as he got up from bed. His jet-black hair was ruffled and messy, yet he looked flawless. There wasn’t even a single scar on his body, but I guess that’s just his Lycan traits at work. “Try not to kill them, okay? I’m actually not that hungry, so they can take their time,” I said, and he chuckled. “What makes you think that I’d kill anyone?” he asked, looking at me in amusement.

“Do you see the place? Do you like it?” Before she could respond, the other one, Lucius…stepped closer, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Oh, you must really love this one, brother. Look at what you’re doing. Handing her an empire. A whole cosmetics line, her name etched on glass and paper.” He tilted his head at Chloe, smirking. “Quite the gift. Quite the… declaration.” Chloe’s pulse stumbled. “Love this one? What are you saying?”

Three years ago, when Alexander’s business had just begun to rise, she had quietly used her connections to secure that car for him, one of only a hundred in existence. She still remembered the way his face lit up back then, the way his fingers traced the surface, almost disbelieving. And how he smiled. “It suits me,” he had said, a little proud, a little shy. Back then… he thought he had earned it himself. Aurelia never told him the truth; that memory flickered and faded. Now, the same car sat here. At the Stellar Grand Hotel. Something in her chest tightened, not sharp, not sudden… just a slow, creeping discomfort. She parked her motorcycle to the side.

Under his gaze, I felt the tips of my ears warm. No one had warned me that he was not only powerful, but also impossibly handsome. Vincent's expression darkened instantly. He wanted to question it, to stop it. However, the moment his eyes met Matteo's icy gaze, every word got stuck in his throat. He recognized this man. Matteo De Luca. The one who could decide the fate of entire families with a single sentence at council meetings. Not someone he could afford to offend. The spotlight landed perfectly on us, making us the center of attention.

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