Vali Lucifer Novels & Stories

She turned back toward the control room without waiting for a reply, the heavy iron door closed behind her to seal out the freezing mountain night. Lucian sat alone in the mud, his hands shaked as Valen’s contractors dragged his father out of the ditch by his arms. He looked down at the dark, rushing water, then gripped his remaining trowel with a bleeding, numb hand. He put his head down against the howling wind and drove the iron edge back into the freezing silt, completely broken by the absolute reality of her rule.

Lucen continued, “Slowly, cautiously, like a coward tiptoeing around destiny. Me? I have no such patience.” Valerius stepped forward, fury finally overcoming his confusion. “Enough of your nonsense, traitor! Where is Liana?!” Lucen finally turned his head toward him, his smile widening. “Ah, Grand Elder. Always so impatient.” He shook his head with mock disappointment. “You should be asking, ‘Why was I so blind?’” Before Valerius could spit a retort, Lucen turned back toward Rayden, his gaze piercing as though he could see straight through the darkness and into the young man’s soul.

Valerie arched her back slightly off the sheepskin rug, her hand reaching up to rest over Lucian’s dark hair, her breath hitching into a soft, melodic sigh. "Lucian..." Valerie murmured, her heart humming with profound, overwhelming happiness. Lucian raised his head, his pitch-black eyes glowing in the firelight with an intensity of love and adoration that went far deeper than any contract or empire they had built. "We built a fortress, Valerie," Lucian said softly, his voice heavy with deep emotion. "Out there, the world fears the Rossi name. But here, in this quiet, you are our home." Valerie looked between her two Kings, Lucian, the Mind who had chosen her as his equal sovereign, and Dami

he said flatly. Eshnu spread his arms. “Straight to business. I like that.” “You have one minute.” Lucien sounded bored. One of Eshnu’s guards shifted nervously. Even among nobles, Lucien’s reputation was infamous. Lucien, the illegitimate son of the Alpha King. He was cast aside and forgotten. Eshnu tilted his head. “Your dear brother found his mate.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change. “That’s hardly surprising.” “Oh, but the female is...” Eshnu stepped closer. “She’s from the Wolfless Zone.”

he chuckled It took all of 2 seconds 2 seconds for Lucian to whip his gun out and point it directly at Aedion's head. "Don't you ever. Speak like that again" he warned Aedion wasn't an idiot. He knew Lucian couldn't kill him. So he knew he could push the limits further than others could. "What? You can't blame me, you've been with her as well you must know how addictive she is" he laughed I looked at Lucian, the fire in his eyes was undeniable and I didn't know if he was going to burst or not. "Lucian" I said, it was only his name, but it was enough to make him look at me rather than him

"Master Lucien is the epitome of sin and seduction. Don't get caught in his trap, or you'll never have a chance to leave this place with your brother." His expression became slightly more serious. "That's a warning." Then he shrugged. "But if you end up loving him..." He smiled. "That's fine too." I didn't pay much attention to what he said. But his words stayed with me. I knew Lucien was dangerous. But there were still so many things I didn't understand. Everything here was hazy. Questionable. And full of secrets. Why me? Why had Lucien—the vampire devil—chosen to keep me here as his blood source? Of all the humans out there... Of all the women... Why me?

Nothing would make sense to anyone else. Lucifer, Belial, love, hate, war, blood, suicide, death, burning, hope, just a lot of random shit to be honestly, but everything links. I love Lucifer, and somehow I love Belial, but I hate them both, and the war is coming, and already there has been blood, death and destruction. Burning to death and suicide, my only ways free of this life. "You are not safe alone until he comes back." I don't bother looking up hearing Belial's words.

“Huh, oh well. I already saw it coming since the first day. I already know that something’s going on between you and Prince Cleoffe.” “That’s not true, Lucy! We don’t have any relationship with each other. We’re just friends.” “Oh really? Friends with benefits then?” “I love Lucifer!” She suddenly laughed. “You love Lucifer? And do you think I’ll believe you, huh? You only wanted his money!” she pushed me away. “You seduced him and took him away from me and now that you found another man you can flirt with, who’s also rich, you also want to have him? That’s how you worship money!! You will do anything even to give your own body and virginity!!”

Somewhere, deep in the heart of Valen territory, a war was brewing. And he—Lucian Wolfe, Alpha of the Eastern Highlands—was drifting further and further from the fire that had once kept him alive.

Lucy meant the statement as a joke but Charlie cocked his head and his facial features grimaced, “Oh, I really gotta blow someone?” “No, not blow, hunnie, i want you to Fuck, an Incubus, until he is drunk on lust and spills the beans,” Valaria spouted the words as if it was a carefully laid plan, “Oh, an Incubus? I’ve heard they are pretty good at making Panthers come,” Charlie once again shook his head, “I’m so in, but you’re paying,” Lucy pointed to her Alpha who nodded, “Go take a bath, I’ll make the call, shall we say midnight?”