Pierce Lucifer Novels & Stories

I could give her jewelry every day if it gave me the perfect excuse to be able to touch her. Merda. (Shit*) Lucia turns and plays with the pendant, a soft smile on her lips. She does not realize it, but she is only a step away from me, and I can smell her perfume and see every detail of her skin. "Why a sun, Don Elio?" she asks me. "Because you are Lucia (light*). Go and join your friends. You have no business hanging out here with an adult." The bullshit I feed people, I swear!

The room was beautiful, sparkling, and built on a foundation of corpses. Pierce was standing on the stage, a crystal flute of champagne held high in his hand. He looked radiant, the light catching the perfect silver of his hair. He was the picture of a man who had won everything. "To a new era," Pierce’s voice boomed through the speakers, warm and authoritative. "To the memory of Thomas Riley, a man who found peace in the truth, and to a future where we never have to hide from the shadows again." I felt the micro-chip in my hand, pulled from the tangled mess of my hair. It was small, light, and held the weight of a thousand sins. Daniel was already at the console, his fingers moving like a p

Kimberly's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am telling you the truth Lycan. I wasn't talking to anyone named Alpha Père." " By the way all I know about the Alpha Pere apart from the fact that I overheard your sister Naomi and you Dad the former Lycan saying he is your cousin and also the fact that he is the Alpha of the red moon pack." " I don't know anything about him. Neither am I in contact with him." Kimberly said to Lycan Cross as she tried seducing him.

Lucifer is a tall, fair-skinned man with light blond hair tied in a long ponytail, sea-blue pupils, wearing contact lenses and dressed in a white shirt and long black pants. Tighten thighs and legs together. Part of her hair protrudes a long part down to cover her right eye. He sat on the wooden chair in front of the house and read the newspaper with his legs crossed, because his legs were very slim and long. Andy and Venture, who were fast asleep on top of him, walked in to greet Lucifer. "Hello uncle, is Celica back yet?" "I don't know, I don't know how he got into the house, but he's sleeping on the bed looking very tired."

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

I whispered, a cold smile spreading across my face. My laughter echoed through the shadows, a menacing promise. "Not yet," I cautioned myself. "Patience. The perfect moment will come. And when it does, Lucifer will fall." With calculated precision, I began to weave my next move, setting the stage for a deadly confrontation. Working with Zoe had been a temporary convenience, but our alliance was built on shifting sands. We shared a common goal – taking down Lucifer – but our motivations diverged. Zoe sought power, whereas I craved vengeance.

He gives me a small smile of encouragement. With our promise, Lucifer picked up an ancient looking dagger from the Altar behind him, the blade glinting dangerously in the candlelight. Without a word, Lucas offered his hand to Lucifer who pressed the blade to his palm and cut through the skin. A deep wound appeared, blood welling up in his palm overflowing and falling to the floor. Lucas barely flinched as the blade pressed into his skin.

Peirce looked around, “The mister that led us here, is he still with his pregnant wife?” Lazarus nodded. Peirce stared to him, his eyes widened, “Your hair… your beards? You lowered it?!” Lazarus nodded. “Cool…” Peirce turned his face down surprised why Lazarus was not saying anything but nodding. “Uh… hm Mister?!—” Lazarus tilted his face to him, “You! What are you?!” Peirce eyes widened as words came out from his mouth, subconsciously. “I-I am an ordinary Inhumane—”

Lucifer & God bent down at the same time and touched the center of my forehead. In unison, they both said, "I don't see anything." Everything started to fade after that. I couldn't hear nor could I see anymore. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Lucian's POV I thought to myself—What am I going to do with this girl? Now I'm really intrigued. Who would've thought that there'd be a girl in the world with a transparent soul whose life you couldn't read? No one, not even Dad.

Suddenly he remembered shooting the girl in the hotel who had asked him for the drive he was holding. But then another young man who had paralyzed his hands and legs had taken the drive from him and had called the girl he shot ‘ his girl ’ And now this man who had weird red eyes is claiming the girl as his woman. Who the f*ck is this guy ? “ I am Lucifer, the devil ” Lucifer said reading Edward's mind. Wait ? Did he just read his mind ? Lucifer ? The devil ? Was he hearing things or he was just kidding with him ? “ Playtime is over ”