Rizevim Livan Lucifer Novels & Stories

"Lemonte has limited resources now. He couldn't have done this without outside help." "I can go with you to shake some trees." Fuck! He was eager to break some bones. "I was thinking of stalking and hunting." The tzar murmured. "Be my guest. I am craving some Irish whiskey." It's time to remind the bastards who were at the top of the food chain. *** "I especially love salted pork, then shots of age whiskey," Lucifer announced cheerfully while twirling a baseball bat in his hand. They knew what's what. Already found the men responsible for their ladies' demise.

" I smiled and typed the same response to both of them. Me: "Fighting. Keep strong. You both can do it." But before I hit send, I thought about something and then looked first to make sure there was nobody then I raised my phone to find a very good angle to take a cute picture which I sent along. The responses came flying in a second. Riven: Fuck. You're so cute. You owe me a fucking kiss to heal my brain of this damage. Lucien: (more crying emojis) I'm coming back home. I'm gonna fly out the window.

Lucifer took a long swig of his hellfire whiskey, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous light I knew all too well. "Well, darling," he drawled, "I had a bit of an... altercation with the vampire council over our little situation." I rolled my eyes. "Of course you did. Let me guess, you waltzed into their sanctum, insulted their fashion sense, and threatened to turn them all into crispy critters?" "You wound me, child," he said, clutching his chest in mock offence. "I was the very picture of diplomacy."

His eyes burned bloodshot, and his wounds started to stitch up like it wasn’t even there in the first place. Luciano’s eyes gleamed wild as his laughter echoed against the lounge’s empty walls. “Introducing the prototype of Vita Mortis. A drug that drags the dead back to their feet, granting them unnatural strength and speed. I gotta say, I didn’t believe them when they handed me over the description but hey, look at him. Hungrier than ever.” Luciano bragged as he stood up like he wasn’t crying for his mom a while ago. “You’ve lost your mind, Luciano,” I said flatly.

A drop of blood fell from his lip — black as ash. “Guilt…” He smiled faintly. “If my blood can bring her back, I’ll offer my soul.” Alaric stared, eyes mixing scorn and pity. “You still love — in a world with nothing left to love.” “That’s why I’m still human,” Lucien replied — then vanished in red smoke. --- Beneath Seraphim, no light. Only a steady heartbeat — not of the living, but of Valenfort itself. Lucien descended blood-soaked stairs. Each step, memories flooded — Evelyn smiling in rain, her gentle touch, her breath in farewell:

Golden threads wrapped around my heart and reached toward him. Mine. He was mine. And he was buried inside her. My wolf howled in agony. "Dominic." My voice came out stronger than I felt. Both of them froze like I'd fired a gun. He pulled out fast, scrambling for his pants. Vivian turned slowly, deliberately, and when she met my eyes... she smiled. She actually smiled. "Oh." She didn't even bother fixing her dress. Just stood there half-naked with his cum dripping down her thighs. "Serena. What perfect timing."

Mom sighed. "Dad called Iris and Dom..." Mom said, and I looked at her with a questioning look. "Iris has already tried to help..." I pointed out, and Mom nodded. "Yeah, but the one behind this is Helios..." Mom said, and I gasped. He was a powerful god, even more potent than Selene. As the god of light, he has always hated darkness, and vampires are creatures of darkness. Could it be that Zane is like a vampire survival? Is he trying to extinguish an entire race?

A rhythmic, possessive twitch. "Let them look," Lucian rasped. He raised a crystal flute, the amber liquid swaying. The crowd below fell into a jagged silence. "Tonight, the rumors end. Phineas isn't a guest. He isn't a ward. He's the future of the Vane legacy. My mate. My equal." "Equal? My ass," someone whispered near the buffet. Lucian’s jaw creaked. He didn't look at the speaker. He just squeezed Phineas’s waist until the silk bunched and the bone groaned. He was soaking in the Toxic Equilibrium—the moment where he finally believed the lie that Phineas was his by choice.

Annoyance dominated most expressions. “Why her,” someone asked. “She can barely stand.” “There must be a mistake.” “She is not fit for ritual work.” Elder Rhex lifted his staff and hit it once against the floor. The sound echoed loudly through the hall. “Silence,” he commanded. I forced myself to breathe and stepped forward. My legs protested immediately, but I ignored them. Stopping now would only make this worse. “You,” Elder Rhex said. “And you. And you.” He pointed at three others standing near the edges. Two betas and one healer’s apprentice. None of them looked prepared either.

He leaned in so their faces were inches apart. He ran his thumb across her pale tear stained face and flicked the tears underneath her eyes. Iris pulled back her eyes now confused and red rimmed. "These tears of vengeance, are on shed for the wrong person." "You're lying." She screamed back thrashing harder than before. "Let me show you." He blinked unfazed by her tantrums. He stood up from the bed and picked up the laptop on the bedside table. Iris went quiet. He flipped it open, waited for it to boot, then played a video.