Son Of Lucifer Novels & Stories

“I will handle this,” Maverick said as he dropped the phone call, and soon enough, he arrived. He looked at the sorry excuse of a man his brother had become and wanted to kill him. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I wanted to test that little morsel your son has upstairs. I thought maybe he would be more of a team player than you ever were.” The man spat out. “I mean, he has his own version of his mother, a simpleton and whore.”

"You didn't mean to hurt or kill her." "So you know? How?" "I followed you when you went to confront her, but it was a mistake, father. Don't fell sad." "I murdered my own daughter Rumi how can I not feel sad?" Closing the gap between them, she placed her little hands underneath his jaw and lifted his head so that they could make eye contact. Her eyes glow purple fast and then it went back black. Then she hugged him. "You have me Father, from now henceforth, in your eyes I am Juno."

Devonne stated in confusion, still have no idea how to understand the situation. "My goodness," Iñigo muttered. Utter horror draw upon the faces of Iñigo and Francis. A young Lucifer is inside their very own house. "But I'm thankful because I have a distant cousin somewhere in Asia. I do hope he's the one they will pressure to continue the bloody legacy." Devonne boldly stated and apologizes for that. "So you knew about your family's darkest secret?" Iñigo was amazed how Renard took the courage to remove his son from the shelters of lies.

“Y-Your Highness…” “Lucifer is my one and only son. Rico, his father, and I already thought that we are not going to have a child because that’s what the doctors always say. And that almost broke our relationship and marriage, not being able to give the prince a child is a shame to the royal family. I was ready to let Rico go then, I was ready to leave him so he could find a woman who can give him what he needs even if that would hurt me.” I noticed a sparkle in her eyes, one that gives a hint that she’s about to cry. “Then Lucifer came, he came as if the God has heard our prayers every night. He came and saved us, he saved our marriage and he saved the whole royal family.” She smiled. I was

Lucifer takes a seat on a nearby chair without breaking eye contact with Azazel. Mathias clears his throat, drawing the males’ attention. Lucifer runs his gaze appraisingly across each man and stops when he faces Mikhail. “You are Samael’s son?” Mikhail nods. “Yeah, you know my father?” Lucifer nods. “He was one of my greatest lords. It pained me to lose him, but I owed him a life debt. Which is why when he asked permission to live on earth, I freely gave it.” Azazel’s lip curls with derision. “I’m surprised you didn’t make him suffer for it.”

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

This is the first time Lucifer sees red pupils so evil that it looks like they could rip him apart. “You're right. You brought me into this world but trust me. You are the last person who can take me out,” says Joshua, “you failed Rowan, you failed me, you failed our mom, you failed Tiffany, you are nothing but a piece of shit who is a pathetic father,” as Joshua now grabs Lucifers hand, twisting it, then tossing him to the floor. Lucifer's armed men point their guns at Joshua. Joshua looked over at them with his darkish red eyes. “You cunts, if you shoot me, you better make sure I am dead,” as he storms past them. Lucifer was lying on the ground, not believing how strong Joshua was. Now sta

he explained. "So, how are you gonna do that by sitting?" "I'm trying to astral travel! Riri and I have a connection, I should be able to find her if I focus hard enough." He closed his eyes yet again. "Oh. Is that the thing you do when you just sit there unconscious and someone winds up dead?" "Yes. Normally I shouldn't be able to kill anyone in that state but because I'm Lucifer's son, I can do anything I want." "Never knew you could do that. What about..."

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.

With a flick of my wrist, I conjured a glass of hellfire whiskey and dropped it into my father's hand. "Why are you even here, Dad?" I asked, unable to keep the exasperation out of my voice. Lucifer took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it for a moment before answering. "Can't a father drop in on his beloved daughter without an ulterior motive?" "Not when that father is you," I retorted. "And especially not when you show up unannounced in the middle of... well, you know." Sebastian shifted uncomfortably beside me. I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. It was almost amusing, seeing the normally composed vampire so flustered.