Scythe Lucifer Novels & Stories

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.

The witches continued to chant, their incantations growing louder and more urgent, as they called upon the spirits of the earth to guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife. The faes fluttered around the pyres, their magic intermingling with the smoke and flames, offering comfort and solace to those who remained behind. Jasper’s hand slowly slid into mine and I let him. I lazily let my fingers over his wrist and I felt that his nerve was literally bouncing up and down. So, the lycan prince was not as unaffected as he looked. I smiled ruefully as I let his fingers lock with mine.

"Are you sure this is his grandchild?" "Yes," Luca snapped, "She's the daughter of his runaway son and Dahlia Agosto. I did thorough research. She's the one, and she's going to help me take control of the underworld." "Did you hear me? I said I won't marry you. And I have no idea who the sculptor is. I'm not his granddaughter. You have the wrong girl." "Vivi!" A small, terrified voice cried from behind me, and I spun around to find my maid being led out from the cover of the forest trees by a huge tattooed man.

Scott took a breath, trying to calm himself. “I am the Lurvine, a family of supernatural guardians. I summon to fulfill my pact.” He waited. But nothing happened. “I am the Lurvine, a family of supernatural guardians. I summon to fulfill my pact.” He repeated it and waited again. But after a while, still nothing happened. Had he failed? “Ahh…” The wound on his hand stung. It seemed he had cut too deep. Scott held his injured hand, stared at it, and sighed. It was all in vain.

Blood formed at the corner of his lips. Zayn didn’t stop. Blow after blow. Lucien yelped in pain, trying to shield himself. Zayn breathed heavily. It wasn’t enough. He turned, walked to the wall, opened a box, and pulled out a small, silver knife. Lucien’s eyes widened. "No. No, please—NO!" Zayn walked back and without hesitation, stabbed the knife into Lucien’s arm. Lucien screamed, a piercing sound that echoed through the basement.

She unearthed the Syndicate's ultimate plot with her thoughts and will—a cataclysmic disaster that would plunge the planet into endless darkness and enslave all supernatural beings. Lucian released a raw and uncontrolled strength inside himself, motivated by his love for Ravena and determination to defend their future. He battled with unrivaled intensity, his every action a testament to his will to defend not only their pack but all others who relied on them. Lucian met the Nightshade Syndicate's commander, a strong sorcerer named Malachi, in the ultimate battle. Their confrontation was tremendous, an elemental collision of fire and ice, darkness and light. The outcome determined the fate of

And to seal the moment nothing better than a deep and delicious kiss full of feelings. A silhouette insinuated itself through the rocks in strange positions - like a snake, only standing upright - and then bones started to crack and breathing was suffocated by screams that scared even the birds. Lucian was 'fixing' his broken and/or chipped bones from the thuds on the rocks of the waterfall. He couldn't get it out of his head - his brother and the deaths that occurred there - and the worst thing was that he didn't know who to turn to, after all each one he thought of was less unlikely than the other. For the first time in a long time Lucian looked up to the sky and prayed to God for a light,

“Then we're ready to proceed with the plan. Let's make our move now...” *** Eight hours had passed, and Scarlett found herself alone in the basement of the Silver Crest Pack’s old museum, closely observing Lucian as she smoked a cigarette. Lucian's complexion had paled considerably, almost taking on a light gray hue, and she noticed frost forming on certain parts of his body due to the frigid temperature inside the glass cage. His once-red lips had now turned a lifeless white, and his visage appeared more pitiable than ever. He remained in an unconscious state, his heart beating at a sluggish pace within his chest—an ever-present reminder to Scarlett that the Lycan was still clinging to the

Ciel growled out. Lucifer nodded. “Take off your shirt and lie down.” Ciel wasted no time in removing his shirt and laying on the table next to Daria. Lucifer walked over to Daria, and picked up a dagger. He gave her a sad look before he and cut into her chest. Her blood weakly spilled out of her wound, and sorrow filled Lucifer. Taking a deep breath. Lucifer reached inside Daria's chest and pull out her heart.

Peterson concluded. Lucian's grin widened, a sinister gleam dancing in his eyes. "That sounds like the symphony of total annihilation. Yet, my friend, you are mistaken. It won't be solely vampires and werewolves united in this battle. The witches, too, have aligned themselves with our cause. Eric Damian is destined to meet his end, and with it, I shall reclaim the love of my life," Lucian proclaimed, his voice resolute and tinged with an unyielding determination.