The shock of Lucas' proximity and his hands on mine sent my body into overdrive. Every nerve ending was buzzing with electricity under his touch. The smell of wood smoke and citrus took over my senses, invading my mind, clouding my vision. My ears honed into the crackling of the fireplace, lulled by the soothing sound the room blurred out of focus and my mind was being transported to somewhere else. When my vision come back into focus, I was no longer in the stone room with Lucas, the Prince of Darkness. But rather I was in a large grassy clearing with the Lucas the boy. The sun was hovering just above the horizon, birds chirping in the trees, and the sound of crickets in the long grass around us. Small flies danced in the muggy air and a large bonfire stood in the centre of a ring of logs. Lilith was sat on the other side of the flames next to another woman with long black hair billowing out behind her in the gentle summer breeze. They chatted and laughed with each other, the sound
I felt like Lucas had kept himself distanced from me since our chat. Although he never said it, I knew that I was the reason behind his sudden absence. He was hoping that I would come around to his way of thinking, that I would accept our bond and that everything would return to the way it was when we were children. What Lucas didn’t understand is everything was different now. I was not the girl he remembered and he was certainly not the boy I remembered. When you are young, everything seems to easy, friendship, love even. But as adults it all becomes... messy. My feelings for Lucas confused me the most. In my heart I longed for Lucas, and had to hold myself from not just falling into his embrace. But in the back of my mind, the thought that what I was feeling for him was all a consequence of the blood vow kept me from doing just that. But there was another issue, I knew that out there, my natural mate still roamed the earth, living and breathing. And when I was near Lysande
I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to Lucas’ words. I just watched in horror as the scene in front of me. The sight of blood everywhere. I couldn’t figure out what was more disturbing. The dead bodies and blood or the sight of Lucas, who had transformed into some monster. One thing we had not been taught at the academy was that demons could morph into another form like a werewolf. This was a little know fact, meaning that demons must have taken great pains to ensure that this fact didn’t get out. What did that mean for me? Was I now in danger having witnessed Lucas' transformation? Of course not, I pushed the uneasiness in my stomach down, I am after all half demon. His horns protruded from either side of his forehead, a dark angry open wound encircled both of them from where they broke through the skin, sticky blood dripping down his forehead. His face was unchanged except for his once ice blue eyes were now two black pits, the flicker of f
I had never been kissed before, so I had nothing to compare this experience too. For me, I couldn’t imagine how this feeling could get any better. Electricity danced between us, and the feeling of floating encompassed my body. I was caught between burning passion and the ice cold reality of who it was I was kissing. His mouth was gentle, and demanding all at the same time. His lips soft like velvet against my own. It was obvious that Lucas was not as naïve to the art of kissing as I was. His hand reached around and cupped my face, gently tilting my head back further so that he had better access to me. His thumb trailed down throat sending delicious shivers down my spine. His thumb stopped at the swell of my breast, my blood humming to his tune underneath my skin. My own hands were placed upon his chest, the feeling of strong muscles beneath may hand. I could feel his heart thumping against his rib cage. I moaned softly into his mouth, allowing him access to s
“Power?” I asked in disbelief. How would his daughter having the fire magic help him get Power. “Because Nova will inherit the St Leger title, and with it she would become the matriarch of the family. She will be power. In turn Lucien will be the highest ranking male member of the family. He can control Nova, use her for his own means. All with very little cost to himself.” “I cannot believe that any man, no father, would risk condemning their own child purely for his own gain. It seems so cold hearted.” “Like I said, Lucien is a ruthless demon. He has no heart Avalon. Like most demons in the underworld. He does not care that you are his niece, he did not care that Oona was his sister. He would most certainly not care that Nova is his daughter.” “What is Nova like? Do you think she would allow him to use her?” I ask, curious about my cousin who, until today, I had no idea existed. “Why the sudden interest Lonnie?” Lucas asked with a glint in h
When Lucas had returned I had fallen asleep on one of the sofas around the fire place, its warm embrace lulling me into a deep dreamless slumber. My body sank down into the soft cushions like I was floating on a cloud. The feel of the fire against my skin was a comfort to me now, a friend welcoming me home. I woke to feel Lucas' strong arms sliding underneath me lifting me up into his arms. I instinctively snuggled against his chest only to recall in disgust at the strong smell of rotten eggs clinging to his skin and drowning out his familiar scent if wood smoke and citrus. “Your back.” I mumble sleepily, turning my nose up into a cringe against the awful smell. “Have you managed to get rid if the bodies?” He took a moment before responding to me. “Yes, everything has been sorted.” He gently lays me down onto of the soft feather down bed and gives me a chaste kiss on the forehead. “Sleep, I’m going to get washed.” I watched him leave, his face shroude
Still reeling from my orgasm, I barely register the soft mattress dipping underneath me as Lucas pulls himself up from between my legs. He straddles my hips leaning forward with his arms flanking my head either side. His face was inches from me. My juices still glistening from his lips. His eyes watched me, a smouldering smirk plastered to his mouth like the cat that got the cream, and his hair falling wild framing his face. As my heart rate began to drop I realised that the insatiable need within me was still roaring with life. Warmth still pooled in my stomach, and my core ached with longing to be filled. I could feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment at my one track mind. My eyes focused in on Lucas’ lips. My teeth gnawing at my bottom lip. Lucas noticed my apparent discomfort, and leaned forward placing a tender kiss to my lips. It was soft a sensual, so unlike the heated needy kisses we shared before. This kiss had a deeper meaning, it was full of p
I woke the next morning to feeling far too hot for comfort. I try to move away from the source of the heat only to find myself pinned under arms and legs which were wrapped around me from all angles. Opening my eyes and looking at Lucas’ sleeping form behind me, I couldn’t help but smile. He looked completely at ease, peaceful even. A complete contrast to the angry monster that I witnessed yesterday afternoon. I manage to successful un-wind his arm from my torso to sit up, but he refused to move his leg. So as carefully as I could not to wake him, I pull my legs up to my chest and wiggle out of the bed. Jumping down onto the cold flagstone floor, which were too cold I hop to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. All the while making a metal note that is I were going to stay here for any length of time, that I must get Lucas to purchase a rug for the bedroom. I was just pondering the thought of how comfortable I felt making future plans with Lucas, when I was br
I cried for what felt for hours. I cried until there wasn’t anything left in me to cry. Year of pent up emotion and rage for my uncle came out in one fell swoop. By the time I had finished, my body was physically and mentally exhausted. I cuddled up against Lucas, he body and warmth comforting. He sat with me on the floor not once complaining or growing frustrated. He simply allowed me to be, and get everything out. When I finally stopped crying, he wiped my tear, giving me a gentle kiss before leading me to a comfy chair near the fire. I had no idea how cold I was until we sat in front of the warm glow. The bed sheet the only thing still covering my nakedness beneath. “They will come for me now, won’t they?” I asked sadly. Already coming to term with the fate that has befallen me. “You will most likely be summoned, yes.” Lucas replied plainly. He body was tense next to me. He liked the idea even less than I did. He would happily keep me hidden in his
Avalon – 3 years later We left the cave shortly afterwards. Deciding it was probably best to make ourselves scarce before Lord Tyrell and his vampire army came to take back what they believed to be theirs. It was my belief, that whilst everyone thought Lucas dead, the safer we would both be. England was out of the question for us, too many people there knew of us, who we were and the importance that we would have in underworld should we be caught. As much as Lord Tyrell had promised me that I would always be welcome in the underworld, I had to question why? Was it that he hoped to use my status to glean the trust of the demon aristocracy? Did he believe that with me by his side, his transition into power would be made easier? Or was it that he simply wanted to keep his friends close, but his enemies closer. I was not naive; I knew that Lucas and I were Tyrel
We sat for a long time in each other’s arms, just talking. About everything.About Lucifer, and Lilith, and Oona. About my father, both biological and the man who raised me for my formative years. About where we go from here. About the hopes hat we have for the small life that was now growing in my womb.No matter how hard I tried, something still niggled inside of me. The echo of the dark thoughts that seemed to invade my mind more and more often over the last few hours. Imploring me to return to the underworld. To absorb the power of the flames and to take my rightful place. To complete my destiny. If my trip to the hells fire had shown me anything, it was that fate was not done with me yet. And that there was no way for me escape it.The idea of there being more to come scared me. When Lilith first told me that I was the key to save the underworld, I believed her. I had no idea that she had put me on a path that would lead me down much a d
Trigger Disclaimer: Please be aware that the next chapter includes mild themes of suicide.Magda left me with hope flaring in my chest, which lasted all of two seconds before the gapping hole where my heart once sat throbbed painfully, reminding me that it was not possible that Lucas was still alive.Regardless of what she said, he was gone.I have no idea how I had managed to survive the mate bond, and the curse of being twice blessed. But I had. Perhaps one could not happen until I had completed the other? My curse would not allow me to die before I had completed its conditions.Now that they had been I had to wonder, what was the point in living in a word where Lucas did not exist?Regardless of why I did not, I should have died with Lucas in the grounds of the hunters. I should have been consumed by my own power the moment that I killed Lucifer, but I wasn’t. Instead, I am here, alone. The bastard child of an incestuous r
Trigger Disclaimer: The next chapter includes mild themes of rape. I moved towards the door, not bothering to pick up the sword from its resting place. Where I was going, I didn’t need it. As I stepped towards the door which led to the spiral staircase, another person stepped out from the shadows. My eyes flicked up startled by the sudden appearance. My eyes rounded out when Magda came into view before me. “Magda?” I questioned, confused with her sudden arrival. “What are you doing here?” “I am here for the dark lord. Thought I see now my journey was futile.” She mutters, gazing passed me to the pile of Lucifers remains behind me. “You have been busy tonight child.” I watch her cautiously, unsure if I should be worried that she has witnessed what I have done or not. “What will you do Magda?” I ask her, I fight back the flames that struggle to burst forth a
I stood looking at the place that Lucifer only moments ago stood talking to me as flesh and blood. All that was left of the devil was a smoking pile of ash, and a creeping doubt in my heart.Lucifer’s death had left me with more question than I had ever thought possible.Not only was he suggesting that I was conceived in the underworld, which would mean that I was not only completely demon, but also that my father was not in fact… my biological father. But also, that my mother wasn’t the person I thought that she was. And that he clearly believed that one day my son would be back in the underworld and ruling it.My head span with what he had told me. I didn’t know if the words he had spoken even held an element of truth, or if he was simply trying to get into my head. He was the devil after all. He was known for being a trickster, for being evil!I sat back in the soft arm chair, feeling completely d
For the first and last time I left the St Leger family home behind, the water gardens having been my only window into what the residents was like. Where my mother had spent the majority of her childhood.A part of me curious, to know the woman who had raised me for 8 years. Who loved me and was so gentle and kind. The other just wanted to be done with the underworld forever.Unsure as to where to start to search for Lucifer. I found myself in the long gallery, pictures of the all the dead and damned family member of the Royal House of Caine. The picture of Lilith hung high up before me, like the Queen presiding over her court.The gallery was quiet, and much darker than the last time we were here. The usual torches which lined the halls of the royal palace unlit casting the room into an eery glow.I stepped forward quickly, with soft footsteps so as not apprise anyone of my approach. The door to the banqueting room was sat slightly ajar, poking my head ar
LuciferI had spent a great many hours thinking about my life over the last few weeks, probably more than I should have done.I had lived many lifetimes. Even before falling from grace. Not all of them unhappy.Even in my damnation on earth, I had found love, and happiness to a degree and I had even procured a family. Lilith was my happiness for so long. She had born me many children. And in turn Grandchildren, and great grandchildren and so forth.Most of them are now so watered down that the lineage has all but disappeared, yet it was still there. A piece of me living on in my own personal hell, earth.All had brought me joy, and pride in their own ways.Yet I found myself unsatisfied with what I had achieved during my time in the underworld and in turn on earth. My mission had been to prove God wrong. To prove to him that his creation, humans, were not worth th
Lucien stepped out from the dark hallway that split off from the garden room and into the light. Stopping in his tracks as he looked upon the scene in front of him.His annoyed expression soon disappeared as his gaze fell upon me.“Niece, how wonderful of you to visit. I had no idea that you had even been recovered. How fortunate.” His words dripped sarcasm, half of his face that was stretch grotesquely over his cheekbones from the scaring he had incurred from our previous tryst.“Well, I couldn’t allow you to think you had won Uncle. Afterall, we do have unfinished business to attend to.” I spoke with just as much sarcasm as I could muster, all the while letting the low burning heat radiate through me.Lucien stepped out into the middle of the room so he was stood beside Nova, who by now had taken on a whole new shade of white, looking as if she may just faint on the spot.I stand with my feet set apart and my hands r
I expected that Hélène would look at me in sheer horror at what I intended to do.Instead, she remained calm, her earlier appearance of courageous determination steadfast on her face.“You don’t need my help for that my lady.” She looked at me kindly.“What do you mean Hélène ?”Rather than answering with words she pointed to my neck, and what laid resting against it.My hand came up and caressed the hard stone that Lucas had given me.“It has magical properties you know.” She said as she watched my expression thoughtfully. “It once belonged to Lucas’ mother. She wore it before Lucifer changed her into an immortal.”“That explains why Lucifer looked at me so strangely when he saw me at the dinner party. It was because I was wearing Lilith’s stone.” My brows creased together as I thought of the night that Lucifers dark eyes followe