The Nine Eyes Of Lucien Novels & Stories

​I dropped my hands from my face, my cheeks still burning like hot coals. ​Lucien was staring at me, his head tilted slightly to the side. The icy, predatory calculation that usually filled his eyes had been completely replaced by a stunned, highly entertained fascination. He slowly took the cigar from his mouth, tapping the ash into a small crystal tray, his lips twitching upward into a wicked, devastating grin. ​"Size nine," Lucien repeated, the words rolling off his tongue in a low, teasing hum that made my stomach do a frantic flip.

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. We make eye contact through the mirror. He stands in a darker part of the bathroom; it’s almost like I was hallucinating, and he wasn’t really here with me. My eyes squint to see him clearly, and he chooses that moment to walk into the light. I gasp sharply, taking the look in his eyes. His blue eyes are almost obsidian now…they’re filled with something dangerous, something tethering off a great edge, and I think he’s already gone over, and I’d be left to deal with the consequences of a volatile Lucien.

he uttered while holding my hands. I tried to remove his hand from me. “Look, Mr. Hon. I think you should leave,” I told him and pointed to the door. But he refused. “No, I will stay here,” he said firmly. But then the door opened and Liliane, together with Cassie, entered. “She said that you should get out, or else you want us to break your bones,” Cassie said. Mr. Hon looked at them, and Lucian together with Dylan waiting outside. He gulped and immediately stood up, grabbing his things and running outside.

“Because, Lucan is the only one who can retrieve the Obsidian Dagger from its resting place. He's uniquely connected to its ancient energies, its layered defenses, in ways no other human could ever be. He's the only key that fits this lock." Nina's professional mask didn't slip, but Kairos saw the flicker of calculation in her eyes before it vanished. She inclined her head slightly. "Understood, sir. Lucan proceeds alone." Kairos returned his attention to the vast map, his gaze lingering on the island.

Lucien said, his voice cold and distant. “Run far away from me. If you hear me coming right, go left. If I’m going forward, run backward. If I’m going north, don’t bother going south, go west. Because the next day I see those green witch eyes of yours, is the day I’m killing you, with my bare hands.” He said, staring at her cold in the eyes. His lower lips curled up into a smirk, raising his bloodied right hand and waving it at her, “till then, mother. You better pray to the moon goddess not to meet me again.”

ADELE’S POV “What are you talking about, Lucien? What happened?” My voice came out shaky, the words tumbling over each other. I searched his face, desperate for some sign, some clue. His eyes—usually so steady, so full of that dark intensity—were red-rimmed, shining with tears he wouldn’t let fall. It scared me. Lucien didn’t do this. He didn’t break. He was the fearless beta. He closed his eyes for a long moment, like he was gathering strength from somewhere deep inside. Then he stood up, slow and deliberate, and turned to the window. His back to me, shoulders tense under his shirt, hands braced on the sill as he stared out at the palace grounds.

I nod weakly, wiping the tears from my face, but the cold weight in my chest refuses to lift. Lucien shifts in his seat across from us. His towering, muscular frame fills the space, his broad chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. He reaches into his coat, pulls out his clear-lens glasses, and slides them onto his face. The glass catches the pale moonlight streaming through the window, hiding the lethal golden glare of his eyes behind an illusion of calm composure. He adjusts the frames once, his eyes locking directly onto mine through the clear lenses. "Hold your tongue and save your strength, Freya Ashwolf," Lucien says, his voice smooth, dark, and utterly unreadable. "We

When Sylvie was wheeled out of the healing chamber, she saw Lucien on the floor with the wooden box clutched against him like a wound. Her heart lurched. “Lucien?” She tried to push herself up, her voice already thinning with panic. “What happened?” The sound of her voice cut through the corridor. Lucien’s crying stopped. He lifted his head slowly. His eyes were red, full of bloodshot veins and something so cold it made Sylvie’s stomach drop.

"How can we be so sure Lucien isn't Shadow?" Clavier's pointed his own eyes. "A shapeshifter might be able to imitate someone inside out, but their eyes remain the same, especially when they look into a camera. Their eyes glow. Lucien has violet eyes and certainly won't glow when he looks at a camera. The Lucien before the explosion might have been Shadow or another shapeshifter. During the explosion, an agent had confirmed that Lucien was in Sovereign's Palace, dining with the King." "What's his ability?"

"Make him watch while I enjoy both of you?" — Silence. — Then— Lucien finally spoke. His voice— Cold. Heavy. Carrying something darker beneath. "You have three seconds," he said. The air shifted instantly. The temperature seemed to drop. Even the surrounding gang felt it— Something was wrong. — "To choose." Lucien slowly lifted his gaze. His eyes— No longer relaxed. No longer amused. — "First," he said calmly, "disappear from my sight." A pause. Then— "Second…" His voice lowered. Darker. "Disappear from this world."