Pierce Lucifer Novels & Stories

Millie asked, her voice trembling. "You've underestimated me," Pierce said, freeing one hand to firmly grasp her chin. "This is my final warning—either you stay by my side wholeheartedly and become Mrs. Atkinson for life, or stop provoking me. The cost of toying with me is not something you can afford." "Pierce, I'm sorry… Please don't hurt yourself anymore," Millie pleaded. "I told you, that drug won't kill me," Pierce said through clenched teeth. The pain in his leg wasn't enough. Though the agony momentarily suppressed his desire, it surged back with overwhelming force. Pierce felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his flesh.

"A pleasure to meet you." I snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure this is exactly how you wanted to meet my dad. Mostly naked and on top of his daughter." Lucifer's lips twitched, amusement breaking through his neutral expression. "I've had worse introductions," he said dryly. "Though I must say, Luella, I thought I taught you better than to get caught." I rolled my eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. With a flick of my wrist, I conjured a glass of hellfire whiskey and dropped it into my father's hand.

“I’m the Devil. I always wear ridiculously expensive immaculate suits and have stupidly perfect hair.” He chuckles again. “Well you’ve narrowed me down quite well. Except you forgot a few things.” I take my seat back at the kitchen island. My aunts haven’t made it downstairs yet but I can hear them moving around. “Like what?” Lucifer leans on the kitchen island with his elbows. “Well, in addition to the ridiculously expensive immaculate suits and stupidly perfect hair...I have the body of Greek god, looking like it’s been carved out of marble, as you say...”

he added. Hydra nodded her head and closed her eyes, murmuring some words as she held out the stone in front of the pit once again. Her hand that held the stone began to remove black mist, circling the stone. The stone shone brighter than before, making Amaya and Aragorn squeezing their eyes shut. The rays from the stone all merged together and pointed towards Lucifer who gave a little hissing when the rays hit him on his chest. It began sucking his soul and soon the light faded. One could see Lucifer's soul going round the stone in Hydra's hand.

What is she fucking doing with his mate? ‘ Elliot!!’ His agitated voice called out again, but there was no response from the other end. Now, Lucious was extremely worried. He would never ever forgive Seraphina if anything happened to his mate. In no time, he dashed into the narrow pathway leading to the lake and soon arrived at the wall. Lucious shifted back into his human form, his clothes were all tattered in different places. He quickly stepped pass the wall, his heart beating wildly against it’s ribcage.

“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.”

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 has already divested himself of his shirt and pants and is standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that do nothing to hide his thickness. “I can smell you little bunny.” Pierce tickles my ear as he whispers. I can feel my face flame hotter at his words, and I can see he isn’t unaffected either as his briefs get undeniably tighter. “Come on you little vixen, we need a shower.” He started tugging me forwards, and then I finally realize what he calls a shower. Farther into the room I can finally see a waterfall style shower head coming from the ceiling, but there are also multiple shower heads in the walls as well. Pierce drops his briefs, and steps into the shower, mot

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Lucian slurred. Lucian had become really drunk and he perfectly understood. "Don't worry, I'll take you to bed and for tonight, stop worrying about your siblings. They can take care of themselves." Pierce said and patted him on the shoulder lightly. "My two parents are dead. I feel like their parents now. Now I understand why my parents made some cruel looking decisions back then saying they were doing it to protect her." Lucian mumbled underneath his breath but it was loud enough for Pierce to hear.