Lucius Wagner Novels & Stories

Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars. Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brush

Lucius said. "Ah, I love women, but tonight I have a meeting with Alexander. You know, your twin brother is hard to refuse," said Gart, a man who willingly dyed his hair silver to look like Lucius. "Alexander will be my problem. Just do your job. I need to get back to my employer's house and give them a report," Lucius said, handing Gart a debit card registered under Alexander's name. Lucius left the inn, letting Gart take over his role to satisfy the desires of a young woman infatuated with him. Lucius had to return to the Svarga household, but he received a call from Alexander on his way.

looking all frightened, and loyal. My brother…Lucius, always had a talent for turning a home into a kingdom, and a kingdom into a prison. I dropped the cigar and dragged a finger across the laptop trackpad, rewinding the footage again. And in no time the horseman himself appeared on the screen. It was Lucian. He was pacing anxiously, shouting. His temper had never aged a day. “Good” I nodded with satisfaction.“ He should be furious” The flash drive beside the keyboard caught the light.

Lucas furrowed his brows, "He?" "Hey, Axton. I can't believe you betrayed me by siding with Liam. But what I can't forgive the most is when you called my wife a traitor." A man walked calmly into his apartment, strolling leisurely with an annoying smile, something he never did in the secret meetings of ElWagner, where he would sit at the end of the room like a lion occupying its throne. Lucas was so surprised that he dropped his cigarette butt. There was nothing in this world that could shock him more than seeing Rafael Wagner standing in his apartment after the announcement of his death a month ago.

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.

“What did he do to you?’ I shook my head, feeling dizzy, unable to say a word. His aura turned dark. His jaw tightened and so did his grip on me. The door opened and the seer stepped out. “What did you do to her?” “I only followed the right procedure. Forgive me if I had hurt you, Luna” “Did you find out who the witch is?” Lukas asked. The seer's gaze lingered on me for a few seconds. I tensed up. “No. Alpha Lukas. I checked all of them and none of them is one. It seems my vision was wrong” he bowed deeply in apology. “So it was a false alarm? I ought to put you in jail for this, but I'll forgive you just this once”

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

This man knew his name, and who knew what else he knew about him? He pulled himself up from the ground to see an unfamiliar face approaching the sage who stood before him. As if in respect, the sage stepped out of the way to let him step through. Aaron spat the blood in his mouth onto the ground and straightened himself. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded. “I am the alpha of the sages who are on the attack, as you can see. You can call me Lucius,” he answered, not going into detail that would give who he really was away.

Iris wondered why Isabella had done this to her hair, she bathed and let it wash away but the color wasn't removing no matter how hard she tried to wash it off. Lucius sat quietly on his office desk as he thought of all he heard from the moon reader. "If we need salvation in the future, those that mean a war is coming?" He said, "I wonder how powerful a child from a human mixed with werewolf blood is, they are said to be weak," he stood up and paced his office space. "She is my Luna and that is what is important," he stated and toned his mind to accept it no matter what, that is who the moon goddess made just for him, he would appreciate her no matter what. "I love her already." Even without

The majority of them didn’t deserve to be seated at this table, and that was why he wouldn’t hesitate to take out anyone who felt like they could wage a war against him. “I am no forgiver of man's sins, and I do not let the goddess handle my affairs.” He snickered, and the men at the table became more scared. Their king sounded like he had a plan already, and they knew he wasn’t someone they could predict. Something about their baited breaths relieved Lucius, the way they had no idea if they would live or die or if he had found their dirty linens. Lucius was a man of policy; he lived strictly by them, and a faster way to die was going against his policy.