Lucifer glanced at his watch and sighed angrily.1 pm. For some strange reason, he still craved more blood."Annihilator, you need some blood?" he asked, addressing his wolf.*Of course, dummy. Let's go already, but I feel pain; she's hurt* Annihilator replied, his tone a mix of sadness and excitement."She deserves more pain than anyone could imagine. Don't feel bad for her, you were raised to be heartless," Lucifer fired back angrily.*I'm sorry, boss. Let's get going for the blood hunt,* Annihilator hissed excitedly.Lucifer shifted into his wolf form, a massive black beast with glowing red eyes. He leapt from the window, landing silently on the ground below. He moved with lethal grace towards the dungeon, his mind focused on his next victim.Luciano, standing guard outside the dungeon, saw the wolf approaching. He quickly ordered the guards to leave, recognizing Lucifer in his wolf form."Get out of here, all of you. Now," Luciano barked. The guards didn't question him and dispers
Mikhail's departure left the room in an uneasy silence, the air thick with tension. April's eyes, though filled with fear, also held a spark of defiance as she looked at Lucifer.Lucifer walked closer, his gaze piercing. "Do you know why you're here, April?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.April swallowed hard but didn't break eye contact. "I know you're hurting me for something I didn't do," she said, her voice trembling but firm. "Whatever my father did, it wasn't my fault."Lucifer's face twisted with anger. "Your father slaughtered my family," he spat. "He killed my sisters, my brother, left me alone to deal with the aftermath. And you think you can sit there and claim innocence?"Tears welled up in April's eyes, but she held her ground. "Yes, I do! Because I am innocent, Lucifer. I didn't choose my parents. I didn't choose my life. Just like you didn't choose yours."Lucifer's eyes darkened, and he took a step closer, his presence looming over her. "Innocent? Your very exis
Lucifer paced up and down his chambers, his mind racing with frustration. He had tried calling Mikhail several times, but the calls were not connecting. Each failed attempt only fueled his anger."Damn it, Mikhail," he muttered under his breath. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, and in his mind, there was only one person to blame.He stormed down to the basement, his anger a palpable force. April, chained and bruised, looked up as he entered, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance."This is all your fault," Lucifer snarled, his voice echoing off the cold, damp walls. "Because of you, my brother has abandoned me."April flinched but didn't look away. "I didn't ask for any of this," she said, her voice trembling. "Your anger, your hatred—it's not my fault."Lucifer's hand shot out, grabbing her by the throat. He squeezed just enough to make her gasp for breath. "You think you can talk back to me?" he hissed. "You have no idea what I've lost, w
A murmur ran through the crowd. Isabella’s face turned pale, then red with anger. She hadn’t expected this. She had dreamed of being the Alpha’s bride, of the power and prestige that came with it. But now, her position was threatened by an unseen rival.Lucifer stepped forward, his expression calm but his eyes cold. “I will not marry the Maiden until my fated mate appears. If I do not find her suitable, I will marry Isabella. However, Isabella will live with me in my house outside the Pack until then.”Isabella’s eyes flashed with fury. She clenched her fists, already plotting ways to eliminate this unseen mate. She knew she couldn’t let anyone stand in the way of her becoming the Alpha’s wife.“Alpha Vladimir,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady, “I understand your decision. But know that I will do everything in my power to prove myself worthy of you.”Lucifer nodded, acknowledging her words but unmoved by her determination. He could see the calculating look in her eyes and kn
Lucifer left his chambers and headed out of the mansion. The drive to the pharmacy was silent, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying his racing thoughts. He didn't understand why he was doing this—getting drugs and creams for April. It was unlike him, a man who thrived on causing pain and reveling in darkness. Yet here he was, parking in front of a small pharmacy.He walked in, the bell above the door chiming softly. The pharmacist, an older woman with kind eyes, greeted him."Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you today?"Lucifer hesitated for a moment before responding. "I need some painkillers and a tube of cream that can clear scars."The pharmacist nodded and quickly gathered the items. As she rang them up, Lucifer pulled out his phone and tried calling his brother again. This time, to his surprise, Mikhail answered."Where the hell have you been?" Lucifer demanded, his voice a mix of anger and relief."Calm down, Vlad. I needed some time to think," Mikhail replied,
Isabella composed herself and left her room, her eyes scanning the mansion's grand interior. As she wandered, she found herself exploring the various hallways and rooms, eventually making her way to the expansive garden. It was there she bumped into Amelia, who was accompanied by two other girls.Amelia recognized Isabella immediately. "You must be Isabella," she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Welcome to the mansion.""Yes, I am," Isabella replied, eyeing Amelia and the other girls curiously. "And you are?""I'm Amelia," she introduced herself. "And these are Sophia and Bianca." She gestured to the two girls with her, Sophia being the one who resented Mikhail's choice of Jessica over her, and Bianca, who was still vying for Luciano's attention."It's a pleasure," Isabella said, though her tone was devoid of warmth."We were just about to take a walk around the compound," Amelia said. "Care to join us? We can show you around."Isabella nodded, falling into step beside them. As
★★★ A MONTH LATER ★★★A month had passed, and the tension within the mansion was palpable. Isabella, Amelia, Bianca, and Sophia had all been trying to get in April's way, but their efforts were tempered by their fear of Lucifer. Mikhail had returned a week after his call with Lucifer, bringing Jessica with him. However, Lucifer's erratic behavior persisted; sometimes he was kind, other times he was a beast, unable to understand his own heart's desires.Currently, Lucifer and Mikhail were at the witch's place, seeking confirmation of who his second mate was." Your mate is very close to you but I can't tell who she is. Let's get to your house and see" she said casually. Lucifer and Mikhail exchange confused glances." Get ready then"The witch, who had transformed into a beautiful young lady using her magic," I needed to go to your mansion to determine the identity of your second mate. I have a strong feeling that she will be able to control your dark side " she informed.His dark sid
April gained consciousness and immediately noticed that she was in Lucifer's chambers. Panic surged through her veins, recalling Amelia's words: "He's a werewolf." Her breath quickened as she jumped down from the bed, only to see Lucifer entering with a dark, menacing smile."I guess you found out the truth," Lucifer said, his voice dripping with mockery. "Someone told me you fainted because you found out that I was a Wolf."April stood frozen, paralyzed by fear. She didn't know how to react, what to say, or even what to feel."I thought you said you would protect me and you wouldn't hurt me anymore. Why didn't you tell me the truth yourself?" she found herself asking, her voice trembling.Lucifer let out an ominous laugh. "Protect, she says. Protect the daughter of a murderer?"April staggered back, collapsing onto the bed. The accusation hit her like a physical blow."I only decided to act nice because of Mikhail," Lucifer continued, his voice cold and cruel. "He felt disgusted and
Two day's later. BURIAL SITE...Two days had passed since Aiden’s death, yet the ache felt fresh, raw, as if no time had passed at all. The day was heavy with the weight of grief, the sky a solemn gray as if even the heavens were in mourning. The burial site was a quiet, open field lined with pine trees, a place Aiden himself had once spoken of fondly—a quiet space away from the chaos, a place where peace reigned. Now, it would be his final resting place.April stood among the gathered friends and family, her hands resting over her stomach, still processing the news she hadn’t yet shared with anyone—she was pregnant. She had dreamed of the day she’d tell Aiden, of his face lighting up with that familiar, boyish grin, but now he was gone, the chance lost forever. A part of her wanted to scream, to tear at the world around her, to bring him back. She was barely able to stand, her legs trembling beneath her as she held onto memories to keep herself from collapsing.Lucifer was by her si
As Aiden's body collapsed, Damon rushed forward just in time to catch him, his heart shattering at the sight of his younger brother’s face—pale, weak, half-dead, with blood soaking through his shirt and dripping onto Damon’s trembling hands.“Aiden! Aiden!!” Damon’s voice was thick with desperation, his grip tightening as he took in the horror of the sword still embedded in Aiden’s stomach. The brutal wound looked fatal; Damon could feel Aiden slipping away with each shallow breath. He gently cradled his brother, desperate to hold him steady, to keep him anchored to life, if only for a little longer.Aiden’s hand trembled as he reached up, his eyes meeting Damon’s with a weary, yet strangely peaceful gaze. “Damon…” he whispered, his voice barely a breath. “Tell Lucifer.....Take care of April… and the kids. Don’t let them face this alone. Don’t give her a hard time.”Damon’s throat tightened as tears slipped down his cheeks, but he managed a broken nod. “I will, AiSuddenly, a slow cla
Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktor’s words: *“There’s a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. It’s one of his main safe houses. But he’s paranoid. Even I don’t know if he’s there now.”* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldn’t shake. He had to see it through—he had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.The next morning, Lucifer, Damon, Viktor, Luciano, and Aiden loaded up into the car. The silence was thick, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on each of them. They drove north, through the frosted trees and barren roads of northern Russia, a place known for its isolation and cruelty. Each mile brought them closer to their shared enemy.After what felt like an eternity, they reached a point a short distance from the mansion. As they parked and stepped out, they saw it—a fortress-like mansion, surrounded by tall stone walls and armed guards patroll
Back at the Bloody Sinners Clan, the atmosphere was tense as Lucifer dragged the captured man down to the darkened depths of the torture room. The clan’s compound was quiet, the eerie silence only amplifying the anticipation that simmered through the air. Aiden and the others had retreated to tend to their injuries, bruised and battered from the battle, but they knew Lucifer wouldn’t rest. Not yet. Not until he got every answer he needed.The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clan’s brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the man’s hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.Lucifer stepped back, crossing his arms as he observed the man with a calculating gaze. He waited a moment, letting the silence sink in and unnerve his prisoner. The
The night had come faster than any of them expected. A cold breeze whispered through the trees as Lucifer, Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Viktor, Luciano, and several mobsters stood at the gates of the Shadows’ den. Darkness cloaked them, but their fierce determination made them stand out like warriors ready to face the ultimate test. The air was thick with tension, but no one spoke a word.Aiden pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the heavy gates creaked open, and a group of twenty men appeared in front of them. Each man wore a black jacket marked with the initials DVV—their allies. They were here to fight alongside them, to take down the Shadows once and for all.Aiden didn’t waste any time. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired, hitting one of the Shadows' guards. The loud crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, and within seconds, the place was alive with movement. Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold.Chaos
Mikhail’s brows knitted together, considering this information carefully. “That explains a lot—the unpredictability, the misdirection. No one would expect women among their ranks, especially in their line of operations. It’s… genius, in a twisted way. If the Shadows have that level of deception and discipline, it means they’ll be prepared for almost anything. They’ll expect any kind of retaliation or attack.” Lucifer, who had remained silent so far, clenched his fists. “Prepared or not, they’re going to answer for everything they’ve done. Tonight, we end this.” His voice held a grim finality, and the others exchanged looks, each one silently weighing the cost of what lay ahead. Aiden took a steadying breath. “DVV’s agents are in position around the den, monitoring every move. They’ve seen shipments of weapons, signs of soldiers moving in and out, and several hidden traps surrounding the area. If we want to take down the Shadows, we’ll need to move quickly, strike hard, and leave no
The morning was cloaked in a tense silence as Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Victor, Luciano, and Lucifer left the Pack territory and journeyed to the Bloody Sinners Clan. Each man was locked in his own thoughts, digesting the revelations of the previous night. The gravity of what they were about to face hung heavy in the air. In the Clan’s meeting room, they sat around a large oak table, each warrior silently steeling himself. Aiden was the first to speak, his voice a calm resolve despite the dark emotions stirring within him. “Last night, I received an email from DVV. They managed to get a hold of some critical intel on the Shadows. The leader… is my father, Gregory Barysh.” A ripple of shock coursed through the room. Damon’s face contorted in disbelief, pain flashing in his eyes. Aiden’s father—the man who had abandoned him and Damon, who had left them to fend for themselves in a world full of dangers—was now at the helm of the Shadows, the organization that had inflicted so much pain on
Night had settled deeply around the mansion, casting long shadows as the group gathered for dinner. Although everyone seemed engaged, sharing stories and laughter, Lucifer sat at the table, looking distant. His gaze lingered on his plate, the weight of everything bearing down on him. No one dared to ask about his mood—they knew he wouldn’t talk. They understood this silence too well, the unspoken pain that hung over him like a heavy cloud.Dinner concluded, and Aiden was shown to his room. He was still unpacking when a soft knock came at the door. Curious, he opened it to find Lucifer standing there. But before Aiden could speak, Lucifer wrapped him in a tight embrace, surprising him. “Thank you,” Lucifer murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming back… and for bringing my father back safely.”Aiden’s surprise softened into understanding. He knew that for Lucifer, this was more than just a family reunion; it was a moment of deep release, a blend of gratitude, love,
The atmosphere in the room had shifted into a bittersweet calm. After Luna Loveth’s fainting spell, Vlad had carefully carried his mother into a quieter room to rest. Chris, Aiden, and Damon stayed nearby, ensuring she was comfortable and wouldn’t be startled if she woke up disoriented. Damon couldn’t seem to shake his elation—his big brother was back. For years, he’d felt there was something familiar about Aiden, something he’d never quite understood. Now, everything made sense. As they settled back, Aiden’s gaze softened, landing on a small bundle Damon was holding. Damon looked down at his adopted son, Alex, a bright, energetic toddler who was clinging to his father’s shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity at the new faces.“Let me hold him,” Aiden said with a gentle smile, stretching his hands toward the child. Damon didn’t hesitate and carefully passed Alex over. Aiden cradled Alex with practiced ease, his eyes softening with every giggle and babble from the child.Damon’s expressio