Lucius Narcissa Novels & Stories

"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?

His eyes flicked first to Lucius, then the scarred men, then the baker—like checking a sequence. He didn’t waste time. “What happened?” Lucius exhaled. Calmer now. Started with code. “The little hyena slept in the old owl’s nest,” he said. “While the female hyena, Livia, watched. And I saw the spider, Plancina, crawl into the old owl's nest. But I don’t know what the spider did inside.” Marcus stayed quiet, cloak wrapped tight. “Old owl's nest…” he repeated, eyes lingering on Lucius. "Antonia's nest.."

Lucius sat at the high table overlooking at the crowded science fair. He had tried his hardest to avoid looking her away but now he couldn’t help but gaze intently at Emma as she helped a young girl who had tripped over a wire stretch her leg. His heart was racing as he watched her work with so much care written on her face. She seemed genuinely interested in what she was doing. Lucius couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful woman even as she led the young girl out. Lucius felt disappointed that he could no longer see her.

“I am fast again. Promise.” Valeria clinged to his neck. “Not too long, Papa. The forest is dark.” Livia held her daughter while Marcus disappeared in the dawn. The next three days were nerve-driving. Livia and Valeria waited in the cabin, practiced magic, told stories and tried not to raise fear leave. In the third night Marcus returned – exhausted, but alive. “He got the letter,” he reported when he locked Livia and Valeria in his arms. “The dealer says Lucius is still in Rome and has influence. He will try a

Cassia, perceptive and attuned to the nuances of palace dynamics, leaned toward Maximus and whispered, "Beware of Lucius. His tongue is as unruly as his stories are unreliable." Maximus acknowledged her words with a nod, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance they were engaged in. Lucius, oblivious to the clandestine discussions transpiring around him, reveled in his role as the palace's unofficial storyteller. His narratives ranged from embellished tales of palace intrigue to snippets of gossip concerning the lives of the ruling elite.

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 need answers, and you're gonna give them to me.” Lucas sighs deeply. “Okay, fine. We needed a Luna so that the Council would get off his back. You're here for more or less… a decorative position. All you need to do is look good, show up with Damian at public events, and be a nice, sweet mate.” “Hmm…” I pursed my lips while I mulled over his words. “I thought he told you about this. Look, most women would kill for your position, so if I were you… I would sit back and enjoy.” He smiled at me as though that would take the sting off being called an arm candy.

“…Her name is Diana. Diana Mendez. She’s my partner.” Lucius’s expression darkened. “So that’s it? You just forgot about my mother? Just moved on like it was nothing?” His voice was laced with bitterness, but as soon as he said it, he exhaled sharply. “Never mind. What’s the point of even bringing it up? You and my mother only stayed together for appearances.”

He then walked to the desk, where he had placed his book, and began flipping through the pages. "Here," he said, tapping his finger on a specific page. I crouched down to read the faint letters. "The Royal Curse of Narcissa. The first royalty to possess the blood of a werewolf and a mythological creature. Narcissa is considered a forbidden fruit, and her existence is a curse. The royalty was killed at the age of 18." I raised my eyebrows at Marcelo, who was waiting for a shocked reaction from me. However, I remained expressionless. Marcelo spoke again, "This Royal curse is connected to Aria."

Lucifer stared at the key with so much admiration. This was the moment he had been waiting for and now his supremacy was closer than ever. He stared at Nahamani. His eyes had returned to its normal color and they were sparkling in excitement. The angel he was staring at however ,was not as excited as he was. Lucifer crouched down to meet her eyes and he smiled. He was not actually planning to kill her but he knew he would have to because she will try to expose him.