Young Lucius Malfoy Novels & Stories

His name is Lucifer Cuenca, but the school owner who is a friend of his father calls him Lucy. Apart from the Priest being his Father's friend, he was reluctant to mention his full name. Because it is said to be the name of the devil. He did not know if he would thank his Mother who passed away because of his strange name or get angry because he was literally a demon. Lucy is the oldest in the whole class because he has been a repeater three times and has taken different courses. He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma.

Perhaps, Norman was the warlock who could help me. The stairs were made of wood and it kept on making creepy sounds every step we made. I was a little distracted so I missed my footing and almost tripped. Fortunately, Lucius was quick enough to get a hold of me. “Look how clumsy you are,” Lucius whispered in my ear while holding my elbow. He was a step before me yet he was still taller and towering over me. “Don’t you know people who are clumsy most likely don’t last long in this world, little wolf. Just a little trip and you’d fall.”

The uncle snapped at the poor little girl. “That’s not necessary, Uncle!” Nieal snapped back to his uncle. “I don’t care! What this orphan girl doing in here?” He glared at Lucas who quickly stood behind the little girl. “Who are you?” “Hello Mr. Barty, I’m Lucas.” Lucas introduced himself, he didn’t bother to stretch his hand for handshake. He just stood still then added. “Oh, pardon me. I mean Lord Barty.” Now he smiled. Nieal smiled almost laugh mischievously. While his uncle turned to the woman next to him.

In the palace's huge meeting room was the king, his officials and the elders, sitting around a huge table which had stacks of written books on them. The situation at hand was pretty serious that it had everyone, in their serious mindedness thinking about the solution to tackle with. It was a matter about the rouges that had been disturbing the peace, of both wolves and elves in the village consistently. "Are those rouges not wolves that lost their identity, and have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will?" One of the official, Lucia asked. She was an half wolf and half elf, but she had more of the elf blood running through her veins.

Harvey took a deep breath and answered, “And why should I do a favour to someone like you? Someone who betrayed my trust?” So, that's it. He will continue humiliating her for a crime she didn’t commit! The girl laughed, mocking herself, “You too deserve no love, Lycan Harvey.” Those words hit him like a hammer. But he never let it show, “I’m no Lycan. And I don't wish to be one.” “You damn well know who you are!” “Watch your language, child.” “Forgive me, but no one else can ever be a Lycan. The day you wake up and choose to fight for what is rightfully yours, I will have your back. But for the moment, excuse me, I guess I have to leave.”

"The boy. I want his name. I want to know where he is staying." "His name is Liam. And he is staying exactly where you can't reach him." "He is an Ardent!" Lucien roared, his composure finally shattering. He grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of my scrubs. "Look at him, Elowen! He is a mirror of me at that age. Did you really think you could hide my son from me forever?"