Luthor Smallville Novels & Stories

he sаys simрly. I lift аn eyebrоw. "Different how?” Zаck сhuсkles sоftly, thе sоund low аnd rough. "Yоu dоn't bеlong tо this wоrld. Yоu're. innосent. Gеnuinе. Yоu dоn't hаve аn аngle оr а hiddеn motive. Thаt's rаre fоr mе."

attraction. As the evening drew to a close, Julian approached Rory, his smile warm and genuine. "You've outdone yourself, Rory. This has been an unforgettable night." Rory's heart skipped a beat as Julian's hand brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity through her entire body. As the days turned into weeks, Rory and Julian's relationship blossomed. They would meet for coffee, discussing everything from business to their personal lives. But one fateful evening, as they strolled along the riverfront, Rory stumbled upon a shocking discovery. A news article on her phone revealed that Julian Blackwood was, in fact, an alias. His real name was Ethan Wright, a man with a shady past and

Victor murmured groggily, his sleepy voice much deeper than his regular one which had my body reacting in ways I never knew it could. He twitched his nose, eyes darting open and finding mine with worry, "Fuck," Victor moved with such speed, shift in his approach. He had me pinned beneath him as I drew in a deep breath, "shit, you're going...how is this possible? We've completed the bond already." A knock sounded at the door followed by Saint's lazy drawl, "Big man, I think the luna—" "I know," came his growl as he bared his teeth at the closed door.

look at the child in the backseat. He was another person now that he was conscious, his face mirroring his mother's so strongly it was almost funny. His eyes shifted from Sharon to Luthor, and Luthor hated that he could see a thread of fear there.It's nothing, Luthor told himself. He doesn't know who you are. It's only natural to be afraid of a stranger.And it wasn't, was it? If he'd staked his claim on Sharon when she originally came to him, he'd have had Luthor as a father from the day he was born, and he wouldn't have feared him one bit. Sharon and Luthor had both denied him in their own ways, and now Luthor would never have the chance to make it right with him.However, he extended his h

“One of the Remnants. One of the earthly Gods One of—” “Elira.” His voice sliced between us like a blade. I turned, heart skipping. Luthor was there, all calm surface and cold steel underneath. He stepped between us, placing his hand gently but firmly on the small of my back. The woman didn’t flinch. Her eyes never left mine. “I see you’ve met Vivienne,” Luthor said smoothly. “She has a habit of speaking in riddles.” “I was only saying hello,” she murmured, finally stepping back. “But of course, I’ll take my leave.”

"My good sweet vixen." If anyone ever told me that I, Lilith Russo would be reduced to a plaything before the very man whose existence I very much detest, I never would have believed but here I am, at his mercy like the same woman I have struggled never to be. It is at the point my senses seemed to kickstart and without thinking I bared my teeth and clamped it hard on his member and then I looked up at his devastatingly handsome face which is now a mirror of a pained enraged expression and I smirked.

Then a low voice from the dark: “You should’ve stayed out of this.” I barely had time to duck as something whizzed past my ear and hit the wall behind me. A metal pipe clattered to the ground. I reached for my weapon, heart pounding. “Show yourself!” But the figure had vanished. Whoever it was didn’t want to kill me. Not yet. They were sending a message. Too late. I’d already read it—and I wasn’t backing down. ⸻ Back home, I double-locked the doors, checked the windows, and sat on my bed with the paper spread out again. My fingers hovered over Marcus Vento’s name.

He looks down at Sienna shivering in the dirt, then back at me, extending his ring-heavy hand. "Longest time, buddy," Luthor's voice grits out. This bastard has messed up his voice over the years with heavy smoking. I take his hand, giving in to the handshake before dropping my arm back to my side. "Luthor. Glad you could make the drive out here on short notice." "Who the hell are you kidding, Arsher?" He laughs, shaking his head as his gaze fly back to Sienna.

Now, the silence of his phone was more terrifying than any confrontation. He couldn't shake the image of Elara from the previous day—collapsed on the floor, blood soaking through the back of her shirt, dragging herself toward the door while screaming for a Healer. In that moment, a sharp pang had pierced his heart. He had instinctively wanted to rush to her, to scoop her up and hold her. But then he had seen her coldness toward Chloe. He had suppressed his protective instinct, telling himself she needed to be taught a lesson. Now, that arrogance was being replaced by a crawling sense of dread.

I heard a voice say. I turned to where the sound was coming from, the filing office. I went to reach for the light, but he grabbed me. “I like the dark better.” He said. “You killed my father.” “And I'm going to kill your mother too.” “Why are you doing this?” “Your mother is an obstacle.” “You have me alone why don't you just take me?” “It's too easy. I'm playing a game, sort of like hide and seek.” “What did you do to Sarah and the others?”