Arcana Lucio Novels & Stories

My world. Lucio approaches, his expression grim. “Our scouts confirmed his location. He’s holed up in a De Luca compound near the river. Heavy guard, reinforced walls, but nothing we can’t break.” My mouth curves in a sharp line. “Then we break it.” Lucio studies me for a beat. “You’re not thinking like a strategist anymore. You’re thinking like a man with blood in his eyes.” “I am a man with blood in his eyes.” He doesn’t argue. He only nods once and steps back, because he knows there is no point.

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

A drunk Lucio screamed, raising a toast on Marco's gravestone. "Is he on drugs again?" Enzo asked. "Alcohol or probably both," Leo replied. "Hey! Aunt Carolina!" Lucio called, waving at the weeping woman. Piss drunk, he skipped towards her with a Cheshire cat smile. "Your son owed me twenty bucks, so you need to pay on his behalf." He said, reaching out his palm. This little loan shark. Carolina bit her tongue lip, drawing blood. She opened her purse, fished out two ten-dollar bills, and threw them at Lucio's face. "Take this and get lost!" She snarled.

“Lovely to finally meet the man who tamed LucianThorne. Thought you were a myth.” “And this,” Lucian continued without missing a beat, “is Kaito Arakawa. Cybercrime kingpin. Hacked the Bank of Japan once for fun.” The man barely nodded, eyes scanning me like code. “Your work is… precise. Emotionally calculated. Like you’re hiding something in every line.” Lucian was smug. “Told you he was observant.” I tried to smile, say something polite — but there were too many eyes, too many unreadable expressions. I felt like a lamb politely greeting wolves.

“We’ve got work to do. Big fucking business.” They straightened, eager for whatever came next. I took a slow breath…just then, another memory slid into my mind. Uninvited…a little girl…white roots…dainty fingers… for a split second, a chill ran through me. But I didn’t let my expression change. My men couldn’t see doubt. Not in me. Could it be... I grinned. Maybe Lucian wasn’t so innocent after all. This was going to be simple. My next plan was to take Aria right out of his clutches.

The bond with Serena was tighter than it had ever been—and he wasn’t planning on breaking it over some girl he would never see again. “I’ve been thinking, you need someone around you—someone to advise you. Marc has been busy with the tasks I gave him, I don’t know for how much longer I’ll be around, you’re clearly not that fond of your brothers or any cousin other than Johnny—I’ve decided that you need a personal assistant.” Lucio spoke. “A what?” Christian laughed in disbelief, ignoring the part where Lucio said that he wouldn’t be here for much longer. “A personal assistant,” Lucio repeated himself, but the look on Christian’s face said enough. He did not want to hear it. “I have more than

“The carving depicts a figure scholars believe may have been the True Luna surrounded by the four command wolves of a Sacred Pack. This book predates that carving by several centuries.” The names and faces came too quickly. Grant beneath the lanterns. Julien offering me his hand. Brax carrying pizza through a laundry window. Linc noticing everything I tried to hide. Four command wolves. I pushed the thoughts away before they could form anything solid. “What does any of that have to do with me?” Professor Mansfield studied me for several seconds. “That is what we need to determine.” She opened the cabinet, returned the book to its place, and locked it away. “Until then, do not remove the neck

The weight of last night lingered like an unfinished thought, refusing to dissolve no matter how I tried to push it away. Luca Del Vicchio was more imposing up close than I’d imagined—calm, controlled, and watching me like a predator deciding whether to pounce. The sharp flicker of suspicion in his eyes replayed in my mind, a warning I couldn’t afford to ignore. I wasn’t sure what unnerved me more: the danger he represented or the fact that part of me wasn’t afraid.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“Because, Lucan is the only one who can retrieve the Obsidian Dagger from its resting place. He's uniquely connected to its ancient energies, its layered defenses, in ways no other human could ever be. He's the only key that fits this lock." Nina's professional mask didn't slip, but Kairos saw the flicker of calculation in her eyes before it vanished. She inclined her head slightly. "Understood, sir. Lucan proceeds alone." Kairos returned his attention to the vast map, his gaze lingering on the island.