Young Lucius Malfoy Novels & Stories

The fact that nobody was truly very old struck me as strange. Luke had said that Lycan truly quit aging if we were speaking in human years around late twenties early thirties. It explained why the Queen of Doom was so young looking as well as everyone else I had met. There were a few people who stood out. The Duke of Draven, who goes by the name of Malcolm, demanded that we pay deference to him. I slipped into a low curtsey that was only partly dodgy and felt proud that I didn’t end up on my ass.

A couple of minutes pass before a voice calls out, “Next! Who’s next?!” “It is Hera of the Liddicoat Kingdom,” I answer. “You plan to become a citizen here?” A young man asks with suspicion in his eyes. “Tired of all the vampires there?” “Yes,” I answer. “And maybe,” I add. “What kind of spell do you use?” “Mostly elemental spells. Potions.” “How about combat?” “Not much.”

Lucius declared, glaring at him. “Obsessive much, well I guess I will stick with my other plan” he said and stood up. Lucius then decided to pull the trigger at him at that moment but he couldn’t because he felt a small pain in his right leg and his eyes turned blurry. His legs gave away and he fell on the floor and the last thing he saw was Bratva's shoe coming toward him before he blacked out completely. The Bratva looked at the unconscious Lucius and smiled, he had always heard about the infamous first son of Juventus who was as ruthless and dangerous as his mother but he never got to meet him.

It will mesmerize you and throw away the pain that you're feeling, Lucius' A little kid who had the same features as the duke of Maxwell said smiling brightly looking at a little boy of his same age while feeling the leaves falling to him The little boy who was silent and was badly beaten by the duke because of his small mistakes, the boy with dark hair and blue eyes was Lucius Maxwell He's the half brother of Damon from another mother or rather from another prostitute Yet still, being the successor of the throne Damon, when still a child, understood Lucius and never hate him He never bother such hatred overflowed him, rather he cared so much - so much- for his half brother even knowing wher

Why are they acting so weird? “I'm not leaving until I get some answers,” I demand, determined to find out what's going on. We were in the middle of arguing when an unfamiliar voice interrupted us. Turning, I find our new headmaster, Lucius Wild, standing by the treeline. Lucius Wild, is the youngest headmaster to ever grace Lupine academy. Taking office this year he also holds a position as the youngest professor at the academy, teaching biology. He's also quickly become very popular with the student body. Probably because of his tall, lean yet muscular build and his long black hair that he usually wears up.

Before I could say a word, the cloaked man quickly laid hold on Ira, baring his claws and holding her dangerously by the neck. "Lucius Valtor," he hissed, eyes flickering between I and Lucius. "And my dearest little impulsive brother," he mocked. "Dexter Draco Royale, isn't it?" "Who are you?" I seethed, taking careful steps towards him as I thought on my next point of action. "Don't even think about it," he snapped, noting my deathly intent with warning eyes. "I will kill her before you know what's happening." "Let her go," Lucius griped, his tone reflecting his brooding anger. "Let her go, and I just might consider letting you live."

Draco was about to pounce on him when Lucian caught him from the back. " Draco stop! Are you not afraid of evoking the curses of the heavens by killing your own blood? " " Own blood? " Draco turned towards Lucian, really surprised. " Yes, blood! Don't you remember him? He is our aunt's bastard son! " Lucian frowned at the man and he went berserk. His hand morphed into a sword as he pointed it directly towards Lucian's throat. " How dare you speak of my mother in that tone! I will split open that filthy mouth of yours and pull your tongue out. "

"Lou! Are you busy?" Bryan Hunt walked in, bringing a rush of bright energy into Lucuis's study in his villa. At twenty one, Lucius's cousin was the exact opposite of him. While Lucius loved to wear suits and keep his emotions locked behind a wall of ice, Bryan wore bright colored fashion clothes and his emotions plainly on his face. He had a warm, cute look that made people naturally adore him.

However, Draco's strength is nothing compared to that of Lucien's. Lucien had broken their limbs and wrists joints in less than a second just immediately after Draco gave the same order that his limbs and joints should be broken. He never lied when he said he only paid them in their own coins. Mr. Norman feels as if a heavy weight has been placed on him and is suffocating him forcefully. All of the blood on his face has drained, and he appears to have aged ten years in a matter of minutes. Who exactly is this young man? He wonders seeking answers from his own wisdom but when he doesn't get the satisfaction he seeks, he turns to look at Lucien.

His large hand roamed over my chest, and I gasped. Just as everything seemed to spiral further, a click echoed through the room. Light flooded the space. Somewhere, somehow, my hands had found a light switch. Dark blue eyes locked with mine, wide with shock. “Uncle Malcolm…?” I whispered, shock making my voice tremble. His face was unmistakable. Malcolm Onyx. Lucas’ uncle. The youngest son of his grandparents. A ruthless business tycoon capable of destroying people with a single word. When I first got engaged to Lucas, he had warned me never to get too close to Malcolm.