All Chapters of Lucian's Undoing : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31 Later, Kai let out a groan from the couch, one arm flung dramatically over his face. “I’m starving,” he whined. “I just healed a goddamn mermaid. I need meat. And cake. Something sweet. With a little blood on the side.”Dorian, standing beside the fireplace, sighed. “You’re always starving, even when you’re full.”Elias smiled and nudged Dorian lightly. “Come on. Let’s go fix something for him.”“Okay,” Dorian said with a smirk as he led the way to the manor’s massive kitchen. The place was rustic, sleek, a blend of old-world charm and modern enchantments. The overhead lights glowed with a soft blue hue, and the marble counters gleamed.“So,” Elias started as he pulled out ingredients—eggs, tomatoes, cured meats, and some vegetables that shimmered with slight magic, “how did you three become friends? Like real friends?”Dorian’s lips curled slightly, amused. “You mean how did a demon-witch hybrid, a vampire-healer, and the coldest bastard on earth end up under one roof?”E

CHAPTER 33The laughter from breakfast had faded like smoke in the wind.The parlor was dim, windows drawn, the ancient chandelier overhead casting dull amber light across the long table. Dorian set down a thick, worn book with a heavy thud. Dust rose from its cracked leather cover, and Lucian and Kai stood silently behind him as he opened it.Elias watched, his arms crossed, his fingers still tingling from the pan incident.“This is the Viritas Codex,” Dorian said. “Oldest surviving classification of all known bloodlines and species. Vampiric, demonic, angelic, shifter, fae, witch-kind, hybrids. It’s what we use to identify anomalies.”Kai added quietly, “Even ones that haven’t walked the world in centuries.”Dorian flipped through the pages with a sharp flick of his fingers. Symbols glowed faintly along the edges—wards. Protection against what was written inside.Lucian finally spoke. “You don’t match any signature I’ve encountered. I thought the fire reaction would narrow it, but i

CHAPTER 35The room was cold. Not because of the weather—but because of him.Tristan Everstone sat on the edge of his bed, eyes fixed on the ground, unmoving for what felt like hours. Days had passed. Maybe more. The once pristine chamber of the Everstone heir now reeked of something ancient, heavy, and wrong. The curtains were drawn, the mirrors shattered. Shadows stretched along the walls unnaturally, almost like they were breathing.And his right arm?Blackened.It pulsed—alive—veins etched with crimson cracks that glowed faintly under the skin. The corruption had begun weeks ago, but now it crawled past his elbow. He flexed the fingers of his left hand—the normal hand—and let out a low, humorless chuckle.“Who does he think he is?” Tristan whispered, his voice hoarse. “Father. Acting like he gets to decide who I should bow to. Like Elias mattered before all this.”A bitter taste flooded his mouth. Elias. That cursed servant with secrets hidden beneath that fragile skin. Powers—thi

CHAPTER 37Dorian sat at the edge of the bed, watching Kai breathe.He was stripped down to his waist, and though Dorian had already healed the external wounds, Kai’s body remained still—too still.“You idiot,” Dorian muttered. “You always throw yourself in the fire first.”He placed a cold cloth on Kai’s forehead, then wiped at a streak of blood on his cheek that had dried and cracked.The silence felt oppressive.Then, suddenly—“...I need you.”Dorian froze.Kai’s voice was hoarse. Barely a whisper.But his eyes were open—glazed, yet conscious. His breathing was uneven, but stronger than before.Dorian leaned in quickly. “Kai—hey. You’re awake.”Kai swallowed, reaching weakly toward him. “Don’t leave.”“I’m not going anywhere,” Dorian said softly, grabbing his hand and squeezing.Kai blinked slowly, eyes fluttering shut again before opening just slightly. “Thought I was gonna die…”“You didn’t.” Dorian’s voice was low. Fierce. “You’re too damn stubborn for that.”Kai exhaled a tire

CHAPTER 39Elias was grinning like a devil with a secret.Lucian’s brow twitched. “Why are you smirking?”Elias leaned lazily against the counter, arms folded, still in his oversized black shirt that practically swallowed his frame. “You seriously don’t know?” he asked, voice teasing.Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Should I?”Elias cocked a brow, then tilted his head toward the quiet house. “You really don’t hear them?”Lucian’s face twisted. “You don’t think they’re—” He cut himself off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “Are they fucking?”Elias shrugged with a knowing smirk. “They might not.”Lucian scoffed and looked away, but the heat in his eyes didn’t fade. When Elias approached him, steps slow and deliberate, Lucian didn’t move. He just watched—cold and still, but his body was thrumming with anticipation.Elias stood right in front of him, the top of his head barely brushing Lucian’s chin. He looked up through his lashes and asked, “You jealous, big guy?”Lucian’s jaw clenched. “Don’t