Pierce Lucifer Novels & Stories

JACE ‘JR’ ASHER/ TRIGGER MY HAND IN HER PANTIES, exploring her slick folds, my eyes found hers in the neon bullshit lighting in the pub. Dark orbs met mine, hungry, visceral, all the shit that made a man like me go savage. And Lucia knew how to stir the pot because her tongue darted out of her mouth wetting her pinkish lips.

She sunk her sharp nails into my throat forcing me took choke while Dad slammed the door shut. I fixed my terrified eyes on the blood stained floor. I was sure my heart was beating for the last time when I saw Will Still pull out a pistol. "Look at me,lucipher!" Dad boomed again. "It's time you get to understand what it means by messing with the family. You f**ked up already by killing her. You are not one of us," he posed and blew the tendrilse of thivk bhang smoke into the air. "But we are human enough to consider giving you an option to be alive till this hour. And there's only one option if at all what you want is to continue being alive," he explained in a throaty voice.

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

Lucian had heard the story from his mother a million times in his fifty Lecanther years, and he still believed it sounded an awful lot like they had something to do with the plague attacking only shifters in the first place, but no one listens to him anyways so he kept shut about his theory. A lanky boy came rushing from the other end of the open hallway waving furiously at them. Lucian immediately recognized those raggedy clothes from a distance. The hole on the left side of his favourite shirt all patched up so neatly it was hard to believe that this same guy was stabbed by a human only the day before. "I've been looking everywhere...for you." Evander panted hard, his lungs screamed at him

Lucifer is able to teleport so they'll be ok. For now, everything is peaceful. ******************THE END**************

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

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—”