Overlord Lucifer Novels & Stories

My voice betrayed the words that came out of my throat and the look of pity that flashed in Lucy’s eyes made my eyes full with tears again. “It’s not the end of the world Elysia. You’ll be fine, maybe a really good Alpha or Beta would purchase you eventually and you’ll get the happy ever after that you deserve.” Lucy said and I chuckled bitterly. I knew that she was only trying to help but it was far-fetched. All white omega wolves were good for was their child-bearing gift and because of how rare we were, we often fell into the wrong hands. The desperate hands. We never got a happy ever after, or even a happy ever before. I would be sold to some Alpha that would lock me up in a room, force

His nail tapping on the window. “Get lost, mate. I’m not interested.” Lucifer laughs. “Oliver, right? Sam sent me.” He looks towards Lucifer confused. His hand moves to lock the door. "Now, why would you do that? It just pissed me right off.” Moving, he grabs the door, pulling it as it snaps from the frame of the van. His hands throw it across the dock. “Come on then!” Oliver moves, pulling out a knife, Lucifer laughing slightly. “Tell you what, I will give you the first swing, stab, whichever you prefer, go ahead.” Oliver looks at him. “Or would you rather have a head start at running away before I kill you?” Lucifer steps back, his eyes fixed on Oliver as he sits shaking.

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."

A heavy silence followed, broken only by the crackling of flames that seemed to grow louder, as if the realm itself disapproved. A deep voice rumbled from the shadows, silencing all murmurs. It was Belpharion, the eldest of the council and the most feared among them. "Do you think anyone can take his place?" he asked, his tone laced with cold menace. "Lucifer is not just our king. He is the essence of Hell itself. To speak of his replacement is to court annihilation."

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.

She looked down, and I noticed she was nervous. "She is an Omega, for fuck's sake; tone down the anger," I warned him because I could see how uneasy Emma was. "What is with you that makes every man lose their head over you?" He asked Emma, and she remained mute, eyes trained on the floor. "You pay me four million, and she is yours. I own her, so you have to pay her bride price to me," He said to me, smiling. He was trying to make her expensive, so I would walk away, and he would get to keep her, just as he did to Tomas. But I wasn't Tomas. I am Luca. The head of the Alessandro household, the Alpha of alphas and the boss of the Mafia. I do not get discouraged or scared easily. I want her out

I must do his biddings unless I would be left to die and be lost forever in the sands of time. He wanted the throne for his family, he wanted the throne as his family's heritage not that of his brother and his hate grew more vile when Orpheus was more revered. His wish was to have me create an untraceable portal from the human world that would lead to the underworld and that was only possible by my powers. I had one target and that was Lucinda Orlok. "Welcome to the Trenton's Bar, a place were desires are met!!" Stefan mumbled, wearing a broad and mischievous grin on his face.

They were arrogant as heck. The Orlih (The devils) This clan composed of the devils, underground spirits, and their King, Lucifer. This group were the most dangerous because their powers were uncontrollable. The devils were able to control other shifters, and the humans through their eyes and they were all controlled by Lucifer. He was the second most powerful shifter after the Phetath. Lucifer and Phetath were, even more, stronger than the elders which made them the deadliest shifters to ever exist.

"Care to elaborate on that warlock? What has strength got to do with this?" "Oh dear, pardon me. Lucifer cannot be killed, unlike the angels in the lower ranks. The Lance of Micheal and the holy oil can only incapacitate him for a while. The reason why I need you to rub the holy oil on him is that you are the strongest and most upright warrior. As you apply it on him, I will use a spell that will enhance the strength of the oil by borrowing a portion of your strength." My father eyes Mtungagore with pursed lips but does not ask anything more. I guess it is making sense but he is not satisfied. Just as Mtungagore and everyone stat their ancient incarnations, they are stopped.

At no time did he have any thoughts of revenge. "What are you waiting for? Smother him with the pillow," whispered Lucifer, with a wicked laugh. "What?," Replied Jonah in surprise and then added" I won't do that, I don't want to. "All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah.