Lucius Wagner Novels & Stories

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.

However, he still agreed with a smile, "Alright, after we return, I'll wait for your call." Lucius, who had been eavesdropping nearby since he returned, spoke up with a cold warning, "You'd better stay away from this guy. This little snake is capable of betraying even his own father. Do you really trust him?" "He's just doing the right thing," I replied. "No, he's doing what benefits him," Lucius retorted. I said, "He's not that kind of person." "Why? Do you really know him? Do you know everything he's done?" Lucius fired a barrage of questions, leaving me momentarily speechless.

One wolf says as he folded the paper I have seen people who were delusional and then there is this man. The more this man the more I could tell he has never said anything wise in his entire life not only that he would never say anything wise in his entire life and that wasn’t even a curse it was fact. “Tell me. What’s so special about him?” Lucian was a god, he wasn’t as filthy as other wolves he had power he was great, strong, and civilized; that’s enough reason to be above mere rogues but meant here to argue I would rather do other things.

They had all arrived the moment they heard that Lucia and Dominus’ pup was born. “Sometimes I wonder what your real age is Wagner. You speak like you are older than you are,” I said as he fell in step with me and we walked towards the throne room. “I am a very old soul that came to inhabit a small boy's body. So is Weaver, but he just wouldn't agree,” Wagner said, making me chuckle. “And I guess your previous life was filled with a lot of philandering,” I said still chuckling. “What is phiandry?” He asked frowning in confusion.

Lucius had recently spoken with Leonardo, requesting permission to put his studies on hold. He was determined to join Palmer Group and start learning the intricacies of the business. With the looming presence of Marcus Bartz, Lucius felt a growing urgency—not only for the future of his siblings but also because he had his own hidden plans. Plans tied to someone who had long been shaping the company’s trajectory. If Lucius positioned himself as the next CEO candidate, it would undoubtedly be a severe blow to Maximus. Not that Lucius cared.

Lucius is watching everything fall apart on the battlefield as his troops fall. He is still glued to the screen, when Alpha Leaner and a security force bust in and arrest him. “Wait, what is happening?” Lucius demands. “The Alphas have voted, and you are under arrest for an unwarranted attack on another pack,” Alpha Learner smirks. “You over played your hand, Lucius. You were outsmarted by Temperance Biczi.” “What? How?” Lucius tries to fight the guards but is injected with wolfsbane.

“Oh my goddess! Old man... dead? That’s... that’s horrible! The poor man!” I don’t look at her. My eyes just directly snap straight to Lucius. He’s still swirling his whiskey, his face perfectly composed, but there is a faint, cunning glint in his dark eyes that tells me everything I need to know. He isn't surprised one bit. “This is an absolute tragedy,” Lucius purrs, his voice dripping with fake sympathy as he sets his glass down with a soft click. “The old man was a staple of this pack. But I suppose accidents happen on those narrow mountain roads, especially after dark. It’s a shame.”

“You think you are worth anything now that you have been saved. Remember you owe your life to us and serve us to your death.” Lucius was growling. His fist was curled into balls and his eyes showed he was trying so hard to not pounce on Nelo. It was only out of respect for Damian and for the fact that he'd already promised to hand Westwood back to him. He couldn't mess it up. He couldn't allow an obsessed bitch like Nelly to make him mess it up.

Lucius, please--" With a sharp look, he cut her off. You said that the witch attacked you. Yet no one saw it." She faltered. "I--I was afraid." I have smelled of fear, Lucius thought to himself. "That wasn't it." There was a shudder running through the hall. Rylan stepped forward. "This is not the time--" "Yes, it is," Lucius snapped. His wolf is going on under his skin; it is impatient and angry. "I want to see the records. The real ones."

Annoyed by the repetition, Lex took a deep breath and said, “Yes, he is. May I ask why you’re asking about him? Is there a problem?” “Lucius has been illegally operating clubs and bars in the south. On top of that, he banded together with a large number of people and built his forces in secret, intending to rule over the South. As the chief of Internal Affairs' southern branch, you’re aware of this, yes?” Lex was instantly stunned by Adrian’s statement as he had no idea who Adrian was and was clueless as to what was happening. Lucia continued to scream and yell. “You dare barge into our home despite knowing my husband’s the chief? You must be completely out of your mind, you fool!