Who Is Lucius Black Clover Novels & Stories

“But I hear them. In my head. When I sleep.” I held her tight. “Then we’ll make them stop.” In Zurich, Adrian discovered something else. A name: Lucien Roarke. The founder of the Black Lotus. A ghost even Eliza feared. A man who believed in engineered salvation—and genocide as mercy. “He’s alive,” Adrian said, voice shaking. “And he’s the one counting down.” Lucien was planning a global neuro-trigger. A signal that would activate synthetic sequences inside thousands of modified children like Eve—turning them into mindless soldiers.

"Yes, we're finally back." Alex felt a warmth in her chest. For a moment, it felt as if Alex wanted to caress Victoria's face. But before he could raise his hand, the bar door opened with a bang. A tall, dark-haired man entered with angry steps. He was wearing a black cloak that covered his body. "Lucius?!" Leo exclaimed in shock. Lucius looked at Alex and Victoria with a cold and disgusted look. He walked quickly over to them and pulled Victoria from the sofa.

Said Gwyn who was now wearing a silk black dress with high heels. "Good to see you both again." Lucifer said to the two. Lucius was back in an all black suit. This one was slightly different though. It had a silver set of fangs embroidered on the chest. "I see you didn't agree with what I picked out." Lucius said to Death. "I appreciate the clothes, but I'm far more comfortable in my robe, no disrespect meant." "None taken. Death isn't Death without his robe and scythe, but please do wear something different underneath."

But it wasn’t his build that commanded attention. It was the stillness. The kind of stillness predators have before they strike. His eyes locked onto mine, deep obsidian with faint gold flecks swirling beneath the surface. Recognition flashed there. Not surprise. Recognition. “Well,” he said, voice smooth as midnight. “This is unexpected.” The rogue beside me straightened slightly. “Lucian.” So this was him. Lucian Blackthorn. Leader of the rogue wolves. His gaze traveled over me slowly, assessing but not in the way Kaelen had. There was no dismissal. No contempt.

Even the safe-house. “They’ve been watching us,” Juliette murmured. She stepped forward, eyes drawn to a large board cluttered with red thread and pinned photos. Damon. Juliette. Evelyn. Mason. But all lines pointed to the center—a photo of Celeste. Beneath it, in red ink, a second name had been circled. Lucian Black. Juliette’s stomach dropped. She knew that name. Lucian Black had been an enforcer for Damon’s father — a ghost rumored to have disappeared after a bloody corporate coup. The kind of man who knew how to make people disappear.

The man walks like he rules the world, which is really not far from the truth. Tonight, he’s wearing a black Henley, dark blue jeans and scarred work boots. He definitely is a far cry from the rugged adventurer gear the guys at the camp wear. What amazes me is that he doesn’t look awkward or out of place. Actually, I don’t think Lucifer can ever look out of place anywhere. Once we reach my cabin, I stop in front of the door and turn to face him. The evening dawns on the horizon, creating a halo around his dark locks. “Listen, Lucifer, though I took safety precautions, I really do appreciate you looking out for me back there.”

“What are we missing?” Lucius glanced down at a black leather box he held in his arms. Aurora blinked just to make sure her eyes were not playing tricks on her. Only a moment ago his arms had been empty. Lucius. He was always full of surprises. “Gabriel may be the chosen one, but he cannot slay Lucifer with his bare hands. He will need this.”

Lucius hissed. “It’s not my secret to tell! If my daughter, Adora took that secret to her grave, then I would keep it for her! Althea is not my blood, but she’s my granddaughter! She’s mine!” “And you have no plans of telling me! What am I to you, Patrea?” The black vein-like tattoo on Lucius’ body began to appear on his skin as his red eyes darkened. “Relax, Lucius. Let’s keep this new revelation at bay. We need to find Althea first.” Lucy tried to speak in a calm way.

Clothes elegant but unremarkable, the sort that let him vanish in a crowd the moment he chose. “I hear many things,” he said. “It’s why you keep me.” Varik. Not his real name. Lucian doubted anyone alive knew that anymore. Rogue‑handler. Spymaster. The one who made ugly things happen neatly. Lucian exhaled slowly. “They’re in the past,” he said. “Closer to Blackthorn. If we do this as my father wants, we bleed each other white inch by inch until whoever’s left standing is too broken to rule anything.”

His sapphire blue eyes were now dark blood red and his clothes changed to a black long coat that has feathers all around it which made him look evil and without saying anything he disappeared into thin air. “ What the f*ck ” Chris said with eyes wide open in shock. “ Believe me now ? ” Skyler said with a smirk. “ Wait, did he just disappear now ” He asked still shocked. “ We both saw him disappear so, Yes ” Skyler answered. “ Hold on, hold on do you mean to tell me that Lucas is Lucifer from hell, I mean the devil from hell ? ” Chris asked half yelling. “ Yes....That’s a proof to you that I'm telling the truth ” Skyler answered as if she wasn't bothered by it and it was the truth.