Lucius Malfoy Novels & Stories

"Draco, I have come to a decision. I want to learn how to fight." A flicker of surprise danced across his features, mingling with profound curiosity. "Learn to fight?" he repeated, his voice tinged with a mix of caution and intrigue. "May I inquire as to the reason behind this sudden resolve?" I leaned forward, my voice firm yet tinged with vulnerability. "Lucas used me, Draco. He played with my emotions, manipulating me to further his ambitions. I have spent so much of my life being controlled, manipulated. But no longer. I refuse to be a pawn in someone else's game. I want to learn to defend myself, to reclaim my place, and protect those I hold dear."

Third Person They went back to the Crimson Pack later. They are all speechless and can’t think straight because of the revelations that Marcus, the Lycan rogue, claiming to be Matteo’s father, had told them. They couldn’t believe, especially Calvin and James, that Rapha had been lying to them all this time. They never expected him to know so much about the past story as he was always quiet. The only time that they saw them talking was whenever he was with the previous queen, but they didn’t think anything suspicious because King Marco always asked his mate to go to him and do some palace business.

It will mesmerize you and throw away the pain that you're feeling, Lucius' A little kid who had the same features as the duke of Maxwell said smiling brightly looking at a little boy of his same age while feeling the leaves falling to him The little boy who was silent and was badly beaten by the duke because of his small mistakes, the boy with dark hair and blue eyes was Lucius Maxwell He's the half brother of Damon from another mother or rather from another prostitute Yet still, being the successor of the throne Damon, when still a child, understood Lucius and never hate him He never bother such hatred overflowed him, rather he cared so much - so much- for his half brother even knowing wher

Lucas advised. Dillon simply maintained his blank expression. "That's not what I asked. What are you doing here?" Dillon asked with suppressed anger. Lucas sighed. He can hear the maids coming closer. "Lola is Lord Lucifer's daughter and the woman I love. I came here to take her back with me" Lucas confessed. He wanted to irritate Dillon a little, but they don't have much time left. That dead body should be taken care of before the maids could walk into this corridor.

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Lucius glared up at me, his black eyes flashing with a suicidal, terrifying madness as a dark, fatal spell began to hum inside his exposed crystal heart. "You think you have won, little Princess?" Lucius rasped, his voice vibrating with a dark, apocalyptic spell-work. "If I die today, your entire bloodline dies with me!"

Christopher Lorenzo, he never gave anything away without demanding a price that bled you dry. "The girl comes with us, Lucas," Christopher said, his voice dropping into a flat tone "Buy nothing goes for nothing." He said. "A concession of this magnitude requires an immediate balancing of the books." I swayed on my feet, tightening my aching arms around Maddie's fragile weight as dread settled deep into my gut. "Whatever it is , surely its not my soul, or is it father ?" I cackled bitterly as i managed to speak, My father stepped closer, his heavy shadow falling over me like a funeral coveri g, blocking out the noise.

They all have god-like features, like the moon goddess took an extra day to make them. “You’re pretty,” he says casually as he pulls away, like he is talking about the weather. “So, you won’t get mad when I tell you not to get all hung up on Darian.” “Why?” “He is the Lycan Prince. He has duties that he has to fulfil.” Adrian pulls himself off the wall. “And he is the coldest McAlister. All he knows how to do is ruin everything in his path.”

Jace was calm, broken, and he couldn't produce an answer. “Of course he knows me,” I chuckled, turning to Jace. Jace's head was buried in shame. “Lucian, you've been a very, very, very weak fellow,” I giggled. I turned at Lucian and his eyes narrowed at me, his brows furrowed, and the chaos of the moment sank into his heart. “Jace belongs to me. He is my property. He has been my puppet all along…” He looked at Jace, who couldn't even look at him.

Hawk explained. “They’re dead,” Lucius said without hesitation. “How do you know that?” Fawn snorted. “I’m Lucius—” “Wait. What the fuck?” Fawn pushed aside Drake to come closer to Lucius and looked at him from head to toe. “The Lucius. Alexander Lucius? I thought you were a myth. Man, it’s an honor.” He took Lucius’ hand and gripped it for a handshake. “I expected you to be old, like fifty years old. Is it true that you killed an entire army of extremists who kidnapped women and children and sold them for slavery? Tell me it’s true?”