Lucius And Snape Novels & Stories

Just having to have that in a column for this kind of thing is beyond weird but I guess it is what it is. Anyway, Lucius and I are mates. I smile softly, I can’t help it. Looking over at Lucius, I see he's not sporting a smile or anything resembling happiness regarding the news. Oh. Oh shit. He doesn’t want this does he? Of course he doesn’t you dumb ass, why would a hot, accomplished professor, slash headmaster, slash king of the shifters want a borderline OCD, neurotic, basketcase for a mate. Not to mention that the one mate I do know of complicates the situation in about a hundred different ways.

"Diana, are you looking for Lucius? He's busy right now. He was just having the time of his life in my bed." I said nothing and ended the call. Less than a minute later, Lucius himself dialed back. He had his arm around Lucy, whose eyes were red as if she'd been wronged, as he tore into me for being so stupid. "What right does a useless she-wolf like you, who can't even protect my heir, have to be my Luna?" he had said. Pulling myself back to the present, I tried to take a detour to avoid them, but Lucius spotted me and marched over, his face darkening.

Meanwhile, I remained rooted to the spot, struggling to process everything. “Relax, Cers. I remember you as a skilled dancer,” he spoke casually, as if oblivious to the evil deeds he had committed. As if he hadn’t abused my mother, dug out my father’s heart as he mercilessly killed him. Suddenly, I felt a firm tug pulling me away from his clasp. Lucian stood protectively in front of me, and like a frightened puppy wanting protection, I hastily hid behind him. “A pleasure to meet you, My Lord,” Monsieur said with a hint of mockery.

she asked quietly. “We… we don’t know. The venom was old magic. Snake venom, possibly enchanted. He was barely breathing when Gabriel took him in.” Silence. Then—laughter. Soft at first, then louder. Wild, unhinged, echoing off the stone walls. The flames twisted with it, as if drawn to her glee. “Oh, bless,” Isadora said, eyes gleaming. “The world has finally decided to play fair.” She spun once, arms wide. “The great Lucian, poisoned by magic he didn’t see coming. Unconscious, you say?”

He glanced at Zayn who is focused on cutting his steak in silence, expression calm. Selene sipped her wine and then turned her gaze to Lucien. “So, Lucien,” she said kindly, “what do you plan on doing with yourself? You can’t just be home all day. You’re too young to waste your time like this.” Lucien froze for a moment. This feels like the perfect opportunity, he thought, smirking slightly as he looked at Zayn from the corner of his eye. “I actually have something I’d love to do,” Lucien said, his voice dropping into a softer, almost wounded tone. His eyes lowered, his shoulders slumping. “But… Zayn wouldn’t allow me.”

The second I clear the border, I put my nose flat to the ground and try to track his scent. I knew his scent. I could never, ever forget it. Lucian’s scent always stood in stark contrast to his rough exterior, a warm, rosy fragrance that had always made my heart flutter. It was a scent he carried from the literal day he was born, back when I held him in my arms for the first time while he just lay there, silent and observant.

I knew that things might not go as I had planned if I asked him; I was going to ask him what Selene had intended to use in tempting her. "I know you have many more questions to ask, but I'm not answering any. I know you to be a person who isn't easy to decipher, and I know that whatever you want to ask isn't going to be a pretty cool one," Lucius said while staring deep into my eyes. I scoffed with a fake frown on my face. I knew that he had read through me. I was glad for that and also sad because I won't be getting away with things easily with him.

"Err darling, what are you trying to say? We sleep together every single night; we eat together and even…" "Only after you have taken care of your son. I need some compensation now." Lucien said and before I could react, he was already kissing me like there was no tomorrow. Why have I ever noticed that he could be so childish. Who the hell compares themselves to a child, their child? He did not give me time to think about anything as he took me for himself. I could only give him what he wanted because I was already under the spell from his charms. Long passed when the battle finally ceased. It was actually already so dark outside meaning that we have been on it for the whole afternoon.

“You heard me.” His head tilts slightly.“You walk into my room. You insult me. You throw Seraphina out like a servant. And now you accuse me of kidnapping our cousin?” My voice stays hard as I ignore his tantrum. “I’m asking.” “No,” Lucius says. “You’re not.” He takes a step toward me with the firelight catching the angles of his face, making him look harsher. More like the part of our bloodline we try not to name.

Michael’s eyes widened in shock. The man on the ground wasn’t just anyone. He was a wizard. Lucian’s lips curved into a cruel grin. He stepped closer, gesturing almost lazily toward the captured man. “I had one of your stupid wizard friends today,” Lucian sneered. “Loved the way he tried to teleport. Thought he’d get clever, escape from me. But you see…” his eyes glowed faintly red as he crouched, gripping the wizard’s hair and yanking his head up, “…there’s no escaping me.”