Novel & Cerita Pierce Lucifer

But it was his eyes that had Rebecca’s hand locked firmly onto the hilt of her dagger. Lucian’s silver irises had bled into a blinding, solid white light, completely devoid of pupils, radiating a profound, cosmic power that illuminated the dark corners of the bedroom. He was staring straight ahead into nothingness, his breathing shallow and rhythmic, his entire anatomy acting as a living lightning rod for a psychic current that was vibrating through the stone floorboards.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

He bolted toward Lina and began pounding her with his fists. "Liar! You lied to me! You said you could make me stronger! You lied about everything! Go to hell! You bitch!" Pierce was crying and shouting, lashing out at Lina with his fists and feet. Lina was already shattered. His blows reduced her to a whimpering heap. I yanked hard, trying to tear my hand free from Lucien's grip. "Let go!" Lucien's grip tightened as he pleaded, "Aria, give me one more chance, okay? We can start over. I'll treat you well! I'll give you everything!"

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

“Can he die? Like, really, truly die?” Persephone sits up and immediately checks the room. Her gaze sweeps every shadow, every corner. I pulse my magic through the warding. Still intact. She scoots closer and whispers, “Lucifer can be killed. But only by a celestial being from his own mythology. An angel. Or the Christian God himself.” “Oh, good,” I deadpan. “That’s so convenient. I’ll just go pray and ask God to send one down.” Persephone smacks my arm. “No need to be a bitch about it. I’m just telling you how it works.”

LUCIFER's POV!! I took a deep breath... right now I am at the door of underworld. I can smell rotting smell of sinful souls. It has been so long since I have been here.... smell of torture and pain and screams so tormented souls. I put a step inside when two demons stopped me and it didn't set well with me. I am not some mere human now... I am Lucifer and no one dares to stop Lucifer...

He glared at me, and flames of anger shot through him. I coughed aggressively as my lungs cherished each breath I took. I warped my hands around my neck, rubbing it to ease the pain. Lucifer’s jaw clenched as he removed his hand, my eyes widened in shock when I noticed the blood oozing down his face. The cut I gave him started from his left eye and stretched until his cheek. It will leave a mark. I thought to myself. Lucifer reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a handkerchief. He wiped away the blood from his face and hands as his eyes remained on me.

Lucifer’s head lowers towards Anais’s neck, her body tensing as his teeth begin to show. “Lucifer, what are you doing?” He moves so she can see his face. “Healing you, it will sting, but it will heal your wounds all of them.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I am joking, Anais; a vampire has no special effects for healing. However, my angel side does.” Lucifer’s hands raise up, the palms facing her wounds, the light shining bright covering her incisions.

A contrast of day and night at its peak. Subconsciously, she started feeling her body to check if she was indeed dreaming. Gently, she plopped on the fluffy floor of clouds, seeing her hands just slip through her arms. It’s been normal for her to have lucid dreams after the accident. No wonder she has a hard time connecting with other people after that. "You're not dead, I mean not yet," the voice chuckles and her brows knitted in annoyance. "I'm not trying to rain down on your parade either."

I am part of the market research team, and that requires me to be on the streets instead of in-office, but with my team being useless, I do most of the work because if the team doesn't deliver results, I am stuck with the elephant that will likely cost me, my job. Lucifer's tech is the best engineering company there is. Their smartphones are ten times better than Android and iPhones. Longer battery life and a network that won't drop you in your time of need but the worst part about them are that they freaking expensive. Like wireless earphones and smartwatches, they most likely to cost half my paycheck.