Lucius Fanart Novels & Stories

"I’ve led this Syndicate for many years, and I have played a crucial role in turning it, into the global power it is today. To be challenged by those two, children I practically raised alongside Lucan, is insulting but ultimately insignificant." Nina paused again, her gaze steady, her loyalty perhaps warring with her assessment of risk. "Sir," she began, her tone carefully neutral, "Klaus and Jagua knew Lucan intimately since childhood. Their bond runs deep. If they made contact... attempted to warn him, to plant doubts about Remus's death….. then perhaps, he might…. "

Lucian was knee-deep in the freezing muck of the border, his broad shoulders hunched, his head bowed. "You're insane, Lucian." Phineas’s fingers curled around the metal. "You’re the General. The pack is terrified of you. If they see you like this—" "Let them see." Lucian looked up. Rainwater channeled down the deep scars on his face, dripping off his jaw into the mud. His amber eyes weren't predatory now. They were wide. Fixed. "Arthur rejected you because he was a coward who feared a human’s shadow. I submit to you because you are the only thing in this rotting world worth a damn. I am your monster, Phineas. Own me. Completely."

The stiff, lifeless body of Arthur Ardent. "Father..." Lucien whispered with profound grief. "Don't think about that now. We have to get you to a hospital!" Lucien shook his head weakly. He pulled me closer to his face. "Elowen... there is something... in my father’s inner pocket. He didn't take him to kill him." "What do you mean?" "He knew... he was going to die," Lucien coughed blood. "He wanted Liam... safe from my mother. Eleanor... she is the true architect. Father wanted to... save Liam by taking him out of her reach."

Luci made herself clear and the man only smiled softly. “You think throwing insults around is the ideal thing?” He asked lazily and she glared at him. “I think spitting into your cold irritating face is the ideal thing to do, but since your height is even so arrogant it will not allow me to do that, I will settle for making myself clear for the last time. Prince Hakeem or whatever you are called, I, Lucianda Castos, will not allow myself to be blackmailed into bed with a despicably pompous thing as you.” She reiterated in a disparaging tone and for the first time since she came into his office, she watched as his eyes became extremely icy.

Winbleton was so cute. “She must be having a tough time handling my patients.” I said, thankfully Luke, I was paying no attention towards Brutus. “Not at all.. Wait…” Luke leaned closer and his hands reached my lips. I startled, but then realised he picked the food stick on my lips. “This..looks more tasty.” He showed the food price and ate. I could feel my skin burning with Brutus’s gaze. He lost his composure and slammed his fork on the table, I was startled to see the look on his face. It was scary.

Besides, she wouldn’t want any mishap to happen to her grandchild. Felix snorted as Lisa burst into laughter again. Elara pointed accusingly at Lucian. “See? You’re becoming a dictator.” “I prefer responsible,” Lucian said coolly. “You’re one step away from wrapping me in bubble wrap.” Elara huffed. Lucian’s expression remained calm, but there was the faintest flicker of amusement in his eyes now. “If that guarantees your safety, I’ll consider it.” “Oh my God,” Felix whispered to Lisa. “He’s serious.”

— Luciana frowned when she heard her friend say. -Because? I thought we would go together. —Lu, Saúl will also go. -And what is the problem? — Luciana still didn't understand, because as far as she understood, she got along very well with Saúl. Irina snorted, she knew that Luciana had become a sullen person, she didn't really like interacting with people, she hated having to deal with someone unless it was work, maybe if she were the Luciana from years ago everything would be simpler.

His voice was low and guttural, laced with a power that commanded both fear and awe. “I am the blood of the first turned,” Lucian said, “descendant of the Eldest Fang, heir of the Midnight Crown. I am not your brother. You left that name behind when you chose the pit.” Luca’s jaw clenched. “You left me to die.” “I buried you myself!” Lucian thundered, and the earth cracked beneath his feet. Even Dorian flinched. The temperature plummeted. The trees groaned. The air buzzed with magic.

Another night pretending she didn’t dread the feel of his hand on her shoulder, the way he used her presence like a badge of status. She descended the stage, steps measured and perfect, heading toward him. But Rufus Kilsome, Chairman of the Council and Lucian’s oldest ally, intercepted her with a booming laugh. “You must be proud of her!” Rufus declared, turning his broad grin toward Lucian. Lucian didn’t smile. “I expect nothing less,” he said. “She is of my line. An original Hunter. ” Pride implied affection. Lucian did not feel affection. He felt ownership.

Marcus pronounced, tried making them understand. “Marcus, don’t think as a brother but think as a Devil. Mark is making mistakes and is endangering his life,” asserted Lucius. “What if that human tells anyone about our identities? Because she has sign no pact then she will not be punished but Mark will be punished. I cannot trust a mere human,” Lucius declared. Marcus chuckled and spoke, “Dad, you shall trust your son’s decision. If he trusts Lily then there might be some reason behind that. He will feel dejected when we will not support him in this biggest decision.”