Lucius Malfoy Novels & Stories

I was the cause of all this, were it not for my f**king plan she could still be her room. The iron door noisily creaked as it opened. My vision was blurred and hazy, but in the door way stood a huge figure holding a spotlight in my direction. The light almost distorted my vision as I writhed and groaned in pain on the floor. Every part had its version of pain and the worst of it all was my head. I felt as if my skull was peeling off! "Please just let me go," I begged in resilience but he was busy on his phone. Moreno Freeman like any other mafia , he was a man to fear. If only he knew I had killed Monique...

Lucius’s expression instantly turned pale when he heard this Meanwhile, the men he brought with him were dumbfounded and lost their morale in an instant. “Legate?” “If she’s calling him ‘legate,’ does that mean he’s…War Legate Draco?!” Lucius immediately cried out and took a few steps back, dumbfounded at the revelation. Opposite him, Adrian gestured toward him and said, “Look around, Lucius. Who’s got the advantage in numbers now?” “Wh-Who…” Lucius was completely dumbfounded, never expecting for such a thing to happen to him. Breaking out in cold sweat, a shiver traveled down his back as he stuttered, “Wh-Who are you people?”

The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in. I snort. Even at the castle, I am surrounded by attractive men, but none ever looked at me with desire! And so I glare at him. I know this man. Caius Liddicoat, a vampire prince of a rival Kingdom. Is he the reason I smell blood? “Miss Serra, I know you’ve always been an amazing woman, but I will advise you against using magic when you are still half alive.”

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

He began to beg, “Please, sir, please forgive me. I won’t dare to have any more malicious thoughts towards Faye ever again. Please forgive me…” Everyone knew Lucius well, and their impression of him was that he was a cool and arrogant person with deep knowledge and exceptional skills. Plus, because of his high status within their circle, he would always be the one who bullied others, so when would they have ever possibly seen him beg others this way? However, Zayn was able to notice that Lucius’ pleas for mercy were fake and that his eyes were filled with strong hatred and dismay. Plus, Lucius still wanted to have his revenge, so Zayn would never go soft on people like him.

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi

"These were my people. The shadows I came from. He killed them and used their power to sustain himself." "He will not kill anyone else." Elif's voice was cold. "This ends tonight." The old Council leader emerged from the shadows at the far end of the chamber. He looked smaller than Elif remembered, frailer, his gray skin hanging loose on his bones, his white eyes dim. But his presence was still immense, still suffocating, still wrong. "Elif Demir." His voice echoed through the chamber, thin and reedy but full of ancient malice. "I offered you a truce. I offered you peace. You refused."

Lucia demanded, pulling the girl toward her. But before the servant could answer, a deep, dark chuckle echoed from behind and Draco staggered into the hallway. He was shirtless, wearing only loose, unbuttoned pants, while a half empty bottle of liquor dangled from one hand. His hair was disheveled, and he had a twisted grin on his face that didn’t belong to any sane man. His eyes glittered with a drunken, predatory satisfaction. “Well, well…” he slurred. “Look who ran away before the fun was over.”

It was an odd sight, but somehow it eased my anxieties… only slightly. Draco's eyes lit up as he spotted me, and a warm smile adorned his face as he rose from his seat. "Mom, Dad, and little sis, this is Lily Marcos, the daughter of the late Marcos Mal and my future wife," he introduced me with tenderness in his voice, I couldn't help but steal a quick glance at him, almost disbelieving that he could be the same person who had bullied me earlier.

The room falling into silence around us. My eyes drift to his, his fiery orbs seem to look into the depths of my soul, like he could read every secret, both dark and light that resides there. A knowing smile spread on his face, momentarily lighting his handsome face before his expression returned to one of casual indifference, as if they were only discussing the weather. He moves his gaze to rest on my uncle, before he whispers into my ear. “Perhaps you may be entitled to the role of Princess of the Underworld after all.” With his last words playing in her ears, he moves back to sit in his chair. Falling into conversation with the man sat next to Lucas, who I have now found out is Malphas, L