Luthor Smallville Novels & Stories

Rose sternly remarked and cut him off, knowing what he wanted to say. She didn't wait for his reply before placing her headphones on her head and got engrossed in her phone ignoring Luthor completely. Luthor sighed when he saw her completely ignoring him. He knew there was nothing he could say to change her mind at this rate so he accepted his fate and drove in the direction of his family restaurant. ************* King Conglomerate

“Have you ever noticed how the two women in Superman’s life, Lois Lane and Lana Lang, both have the same initials? The same initials as Lex Luthor.” You might think this observation had some deep relevance to our current situation. Having known Maurice for all this time, I can assure you it did not. It meant absolutely nothing other than the possible secret love between Superman and his nemesis. Nerd gotta nerd. Claire turned her notes over. There were more questions on the other side. David’s eyes bulged at the prospect. “Perhaps we could take a break—” “Just a couple more. You mentioned sorcerers. What are they exactly?”

Tania had said as she tracked her mate's movements with concern, "I can help him." To prove her point, Tania weaved the shadows around her mate to aid him in battle. "She'll be safe here. If they enter we finally get to join the fun," Lilith shrugged. Her smile was warm as she approached me, hand settling between my shoulder blades in a comforting gesture, "Don't look so grim. Things have to get worse before they get better." Lilith's words had rung with a long vibration of truth. They seeped into my skin, flowed through my blood, and burrowed into my bones. She could have been giving me insight into the future. Maybe she could see the future, who knew?

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?”