The Charismatic Lucas Gray Novels & Stories

Lucas cast a sidelong glance at me, his disdain as sharp as the tip of a blade. "Elena Whitlock, I hope you learn how to walk properly. I don't want my mate looking like a cripple." On our wedding night, Lucas lit a cigarette and looked at me with icy eyes. "I will not mark you, so get that idea out of your head." I responded meekly, "I know. The person you love is Nara." "At least you know your place." With that, he turned and left, leaving me alone on our wedding night. I had no idea how long this kind of life would continue, but I only wanted to look at him a little longer because that face of his was identical to his brother, Derrick's.

Was her eyes playing tricks on her or was the light skinned, brooding stranger really there? The trance they had subjected themselves to was broken by a cough from one of over 170 students, a light skinned boy with chestnut hair who looked nothing older than 24, making him probably three years older than Clara and 6 years younger than Lucian. Lucian broke the stare, “Just take a seat. Never repeat this.” He commanded dismissing her, the painful hiss of the microphone following his words.

“Sounds like a church hymn from the 1800s. I was expecting something more … explosive.” I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. “Sorry if my name isn’t infernal enough for your taste.” His lips twitched, barely holding back a laugh, which honestly, annoyed me. “Lena Mary Gray,” he repeated softly but firmly, like he was calling some hidden part of me to life. The light in the room pulsed again, circling in the glowing red symbol fused with the floor. Whispered voices filled the air, faint and echoing, too strange to understand but enough to send chills down my spine.

He looked the same honestly: expensive suit, devilish grin, deceptive eyes devoid of truth. “Lucia,” he drawled in his sickly sweet voice. “It's been quite some time,No?”. I could have sworn that I forgot how to breathe if not for biology. Lucas was now visibly tense when I looked at his face,his expression so cold it was almost scary. Matt wanted a handshake but I would never give that monster my hand. He didn't seem to mind though. He just grinned,his eyes moving from me to Lucas and then back to me again.