lucifer's lost flower; prophecy gone wrong

she was born

LUCIFERS LOST FLOWER: VOLUME 1

PROPHECY GONE WRONG

ACKNOWLEDEMENT

I acknowledge God Almighty for giving me life and an idea like this. I also thank my dad,for giving me the opportunity to bring my imaginations to life. Thanks to family for their upmost support and a special shout outs to Kosnica, ENEB, khatness, Barnie, gyal dem shuga, stellarisk_7and all my niggas for inspiration.

DEAR READERS,

Any resemblance of a person, place, event, is merely coincidental. I apologize for any future inconveniences. This book is fictional, fantasy romance, thrills and action, comedy, tragedy and a whole lot. The book contains mature contents and is rated 16+. Thank you for your support

midnightsky159

PROLOGUE

She was born.

An ancient prophecy foretells the birth of an unknown breed stronger than the Devil himself. She will be seen first by the Alpha and Luna white wolves on the night of Frasers blood moon and will be protected by the children of the moon. She will be blessed with the abilities of all the species. Her blood holds the power of absolute dominion over everything. She will face rejection but will be the source of peace in all the five realms. She is the strongest of all the species and holds the power to heal, grant life and death, manipulate minds on a large scale and she is the foundation of all magical powers in all the realm. Her heart will be so cold, nothing can thaw it. Her past and present will be her darkest nightmare. If she joins the Devil, it will be the beginning of the apocalypse. One of her kind will teach her love and be her mate for eternity.

Chapter 1: the birth of the prophecy

On the coldest winter night, the Frasers blood moon stared down as the steps of a pregnant woman disturbed the evening peace in the Frozen Forest. The nights strong blizzard obscured her view as she kept moving against the direction of the wind. The army of rogues* led by Luka moved with brute force and one of the rogues shouted, I don't see her, boss. I suggest we head back cause I don't think the storm is going to subside.

We must get her at all cost. Make sure she doesnt escape. I hope you recall that the mistress wants her and the brat in her womb alive if we want to rule the universe. Luka Cesaire spoke in his husky voice that sent chills into the rogues spine. He had whitish hair that framed his beautifully sculpted face. His heavily bult body, stern looks and upmost seriousness were enough to prove the statement: If looks could kill. They kept moving and he shouted,

If you want to gain immortality, we have to find that c**t and the baby brat. Spread out and search. She couldnt have gone that far. Luka signaled Cyril and Julius to follow him. Cyril had blond hair with mysterious green eyes which seems to penetrate the souls of whoever it gazed upon. Julius had raven black hair combed back by hand and hazel brown eyes which seem warm and welcoming but dangerous when angry. They have been executing missions ever since they were created.

She ran to a cave when she heard them approaching. The excruciating pain she felt was worsening by each step. It was time for her baby to be born. The cave was dark and warm. As she laid down, the baby tried pushing itself out causing her more pain. She winced and it woke the sleeping wolves whose home she happened to have intruded. She wanted to move but the pain was too much for her and it was due time. She bore a beautiful baby girl. The babys first cry resonated the cave drawing the hungry and angry wolves closer. As the wolves stepped into the light, she felt that the timing had never been more perfect. White winter wolves surrounded her growling. As one of the wolves got ready to pounce on her, the Alpha of the pack stepped out and bowed to the baby. One by one, they all bowed to the baby and her mother. Th new mother looked down and froze. The babys snow-white hair gleamed brightening up the entire room and her eyes shined the brightest sapphire blue. One of the wolf cubs brought the mother a bark of clean water. She knew leaving the baby was the only way to ensure her safety. Even if it was the most painful decision. She took a piece of paper from her pocket and wrote with tears streaming down her face.

My beloved daughter,

I know I will not be there most of your life, but I want you to know that on the coldest night of winter, I bore you in the home of these winter wolves and they took you in. I want you to know that you are the Lost Jewel of the prophecy and the granddaughter of Lucifer. You must never reveal to anyone who you are. Even if I wont be able to see you bloom, just know that I love you and I always will. Never feel ashamed to call me your mother. I took care of you in my womb for eleven memorable months. I will always be with you, my Winter lily Silvermist Morningstar. Remember my love for you.

Your mother,

Willow.

She gave the letter to the Luna of the pack, kissed the baby goodbye as she left the cave in tears. She ran out into the silent dawn and was noticed by Julius. She tried to escape but it was too late. She was apprehended. Shackled on her neck, hands and ankles, she was dragged mercilessly on the round whiles they were riding on their horses to the 3rd realm, Viperia. They were about to enter the Golden Veil*.

What is your motive here? Up to mischief again, I see. A silver-haired man questioned in the shadows.

Zeus Bloodstone, it is always a pleasure speaking to you. Just a delivery to the mistress. Zeus could only sigh. He had no business with their so called mistress.

Okay. You may pass. He said opening the portal to Viperia. Just as he was about to turn, he saw poor and helpless Willow being dragged mercilessly on the ground. Her dress was tattered and soaked with blood as she bled on her knees and elbows. Her feet were also cut and bleeding. She looked up at Zeus and smiled. He took a deep breath and deactivated the forcefield. As Willow passed through, the forcefield glowed brightly and the others glowed in response. He was certain she was born.

Rogue*; a species created to execute assassinations for the Blackhood syndicate. They are a mixture of different species.

Golden Veil*; a space between all the realms which acts as a bridge between realms.

CHAPTER 2: I LOVE TORTURE

THIS SCENE CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS. YOU CAN SKIP IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE READING SUCH SCENES.

Willow found herself locked in one of the Blackhood syndicates hideouts. She was in pain, hurt, guilty and heartbroken that she left her poor baby at the mercies of wolves. I am sorry, Winter. I had no choice but to leave you. Its for your own safety. She thought with tears streaming down her paleface. She wiped her tears quickly as she heard footsteps approaching her current prison. The large metal door creaked open and a black mamba with a diamond collar connected to a black leash crawled through. A young woman in a black lace V-necked mermaid gown and a black fascinator walked in with three pale looking rogues. Even though it was dark, Willow could see the mischievous and annoying face.

Nice to meet you, demon c**t. I hope my boys werent too rough. They are well known for harming my packages before I get to them. Well, I care less. It was Esmeralda Luxton. The smell of her lavender perfume filled the room. Willow was disgusted by the scent but she had no choice but to endure.

If you dont have anything else doing, please leave. I cant stand your stench. Willow was straight with her words. Before Esmeralda could say anything else, two more rogues entered the room with torturing equipment. Whips, tasers, knives, and sedatives of all kinds were placed on the table at the far-right corner of the room.

Where is the baby? Esmeralda asked Willow after examining her. Are you deaf or stupid? Where the hell is the brat, you were carrying in your womb? it was clear to her that Willow was ignoring her. Esmeralda grabbed her victims hair and slapped her hard. She fell with a thud. Esmeralda turned to the rogues in the room and told them,

I want you to break her. Get the information I need. Don't disappoint me" with a smirk on her face she left the room. whips kept hitting her back repeatedly but she didn't even flinch. They used all sorts of weapons on her but she would heal quickly. The rogues were astonished. 'What kind of creature is she? A real shame she is a victim.