Lucius Fanart Novels & Stories

I was sure King Arturos was more concerned with having Lucius’ favor than protecting his own offspring, as he had other daughters he could offer Lucius. "You should sleep," Lucius’ voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I saw him staring at me from the other side of the table, his back leaning against his chair with one hand on the table. He wasn’t eating. He was observing me as if he had nothing else to do. I smiled at him and nodded my head as I placed the napkin beside my plate. I barely ate, but I wasn’t really hungry, and then I spaced out. He stood up from his seat and rounded the table to get to where I was seated. I pushed my chair back, ready to walk with him when he laid his hand

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

Lucius snarled as he walked toward us. Santino just chuckled as he looked at me. “Is that Lucius Hall, the small-town billionaire?” Lucious threw the envelope on top of me as he squared up to Santino. “Who did you just call a small-town billionaire?” Lucius demanded with a snarl. “Do you know who I am?” “You’re a small boy to me,” Santino replied, with his hands slipped inside his pockets. “So, I would advise you to watch your tone when you talk to me.”

Victorious and towering above his fallen opponent stood Lucius, the gladiator known as the Lion of Rome. His body was a masterpiece of strength and ferocity, bronzed from endless hours under the sun, his muscles carved from the relentless training that had forged him into the empire's most celebrated warrior. His dark eyes, fierce and unyielding, scanned the roaring masses, his chest heaving with exertion. In the shaded balcony above, Claudia, a patrician woman of noble blood, watched him with rapt attention. Her delicate fingers gripped the railing, her knuckles pale against the gold trim as her eyes remained fixed on him.

I might disagree with Linden on some fronts, but I can guarantee you that those red tracking eyes belong to Lucius, and the Lord’s needed to be taken out. Of the three of them, I'd never laid eyes on one, but Lucius was the one with a savage history. He acts on animalistic impulses and is rumoured to be more predator than human. He'd kill you for looking his way, rip you limb from limb for inconveniencing him, and track and kill everyone important to you before he came to end your life if you crossed him.

This was Lucius. Once Arius got close enough, Lucius turned to him, a smirk playing on his lips and in his eyes. His sky blue eyes were full of a sick kind of bloodlust. He wanted to destroy this planet, to shed the blood of the creatures living on it. He wanted nothing more than to annihilate everyone and everything he came across. A creature so grotesque had to be destroyed.

Arne nodded vigorously, narrowing his eyes as he stared at Fane's back, "You're right! Only then can our hatred be sated. Earlier, Lucius definitely heard everything I said when I stood in the middle of the spectators. "He's only good at acting. He must be incredibly nervous right now. He's just forcing himself to look fine so he doesn't embarrass himself. He's actually incredibly scared at the moment. The longer time passes, the more he'll suffer!" The more Arne thought about it, the more Arne felt like it was true. Lucius must be suffering internally. Lucius knew that he would die, but things were still just dragging on, his death looming over him. The only reason why Lucius looked like he

The atmosphere was a little uncomfortable and unpleasant, he was almost 70 years old and didn't feel calm. “Mr. Lucius didn't do that at all, Mr. Andrian. Because Miss Riley was there, she detained Mr. Lucius and now they are eating gelato.” Justin pointed at the portrait he had printed on the back, it was seen that inside the tiny place, Lucius was enjoying Gelato. Adrian looked at it carefully and then returned this portrait to the brown envelope earlier. "Okay. Keep watching them and don't get caught by Lucius. That would be very dangerous.”

“But it is not acclaim I seek with my art. It is just my way of seeing the future, and this piece my dear shows your future. Together.” Gabriel leaned in and looked closely at the painting. . “Doesn't look exactly like me. The nose is all wrong.” Ignoring his comment, Lucius spoke again.“I painted this in 1715 after a vision told me that one day we would be in great danger from the Reapers. However, I never expected to have the kind of problems you’ve both caused. And there was nothing in my vision about you being so angry all the time Gabriel. It’s utterly prehistoric.” Lucius looked down at his hands as though they needed washing. “Humans, you never can tell what awful traits they’ll bring

"Lou! Are you busy?" Bryan Hunt walked in, bringing a rush of bright energy into Lucuis's study in his villa. At twenty one, Lucius's cousin was the exact opposite of him. While Lucius loved to wear suits and keep his emotions locked behind a wall of ice, Bryan wore bright colored fashion clothes and his emotions plainly on his face. He had a warm, cute look that made people naturally adore him.