Son Of Lucifer Novels & Stories

"Fine then, I'll tell you! I want to join your little crusade against Erebus as an emisary!" "What!?" He asked confused. Demons were forever loyal to master of darkness, they follow him doing his every command. "You are right to be surprised. See some of my siblings are tired of my father's eternal hold over us and want freedom.. " "Wait, father!?" He asked gripping the sword tighter. The demon not liking the interruption one bit but didn't take it to heart. He stood from the stair case. "I am sorry we haven't properly met. I am Thanatos son of Erebus!" He gave a mock bow rising with an expression that opposed Grey's. One of total amusement.

Atlas's smile dropped and he hissed. "Lucifer is a high God and can go everywhere. You need to get him a worthy replacement. As for Gian…he is your son that Lucifer has taken and hidden somewhere. I cannot locate him and neither can my brother Hoka. I have asked him. Lucifer informed you that he was being taken care of well, that's all I know. I gotta go or I will miss my collection time," he said regrettably and vanished. Sophia gasped and sobbed," We have a son?"

The only way out for Angels of the Damned and low ranking demons is through the gate to get in, and like everything, because Lucifer is as paranoid as he is powerful, is heavily guarded. Daniel’s thoughts circle back around to the look on Lucians face when he saw him. Lucian was absolutely terrified. How would Daniel convince him to leave with him? What would he say to combat the things that Lucifer had told his son about him? What did Lucifer tell him? These questions irritated Daniel to the point of madness. He knew Lucifer was a terrible father, and he took Lucian out of the arms of his own daughter, only to turn him into a complete psychopath, to raise Lucian in the image of himself, con

"There is no child for you, Lucien. Only a doctor. Now, sign the consent forms so I can go to work." "I saw a boy in the lobby," Lucien whispered, his voice cracking. "A boy with my eyes. He was with a nanny. He called for his mother, and he looked... Elowen, tell me the truth. Is he mine?" I leaned in, my face inches from his, so close I could smell the scotch on his breath and the fear in his pores. I felt the surge of power I had waited five years to taste. "He’s mine, Lucien. He’s the son of a genius doctor and a woman you thought was trash."

Lucifer stared at her, broken, angry, and frustrated. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll leave, Katherine but I’ll be back. Before I leave, I need to know my child. Once I do, I will leave.” Quietly, before disappearing through the doors she said, “You can’t meet him now, but his name… is Noah.” “A son,” Lucifer whispered in surprise and his insides clenched. Asher watched the man intently. “Who… who are you?” Lucifer raised his chin and stared defiantly into the eyes of the boy. “I am Lucifer Cain.”

I knew what my answer was as I looked back at my comrades who were waiting for my decision and whatever the decision I make, they'll stand by me even if it makes or breaks them. "I step down." I said turning to Hawking. Indeed Ash was my weakness. "I cannot hear you well, Lucifer." Hawking said grinning to spite me. "I, Lucifer Saunron, son of Charles Saunron, steps down from the position as the supreme Laird of all the Lycan and the werewolves." I said out loud and Hawking laughed out loud. If I had not had my eyes on Ashlyn, I would have missed it. In a flash she was off the ground taking the gun from Hawking and shot him straight in the head and instantly the commotion began as he fell to

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

he says wiping my tears away. "See no reason to be afraid, now come and tell me about your life with Damon," he says pulling me with him toward the throne, his big chair. "Who's Damon?" I ask confused. "My son Damon, the one who's taking care of you," Lucifer explains, oh! So he does have a name, not Mr. Demon daddy, it's Damon, he got a nice name. Lucifer sat down on his throne and pulled me up to sit on his lap, a hand was set behind my back to keep me supported, a big smile on his face.

His 'panicking' wasn't what you would expect though-- he would hurt people, even his own son sometimes. "How many times am I going to have to deal with the same issue?" a dark, gravelly voice asked. Grey whirled around to where a towering man stood. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Instead, his father spoke up and filled the silence. "Lucifer," he said tightly. Grey had never met the devil, as it was a rare occurrence that anyone did. He was a myth, a legend in hell. "So I heard you finally found my daughter," he said.

I’d rip out those eyeballs that looked more like grenades and make her scream, make her crawl at my feet. I’d show that damn phoenix its rightful place. I would take the saint back home and then... then our father would finally see me for who I really am - he would see me as his son, the one he never noticed. Not Lucifer, not Quinn, not Azrael or Gabriel, but me. Miguel, your third son. Your perfect little son. The one who was really perfect - as perfect as he was. He smiled when that corpse couldn’t even breathe. Yes.