Arcana Lucio Novels & Stories

He hardly lost his cool on a lady before, but her soft giggle had instilled a strange rush of emotions in him which he was quick to cover up with an anger filled move. Determined not to think about her again, he pushed his mind to the matter at hand, letting his anger surface again as the building came into view. The dungeon was faintly lighted with few sticks of fire on the passage. Already used to the bloody smell of this dungeon, he made his way through the already opened iron protectors, into the dungeon where Lucio sat on an iron chair with his body covered with bloody sores. Lucio turned weakly to look at his boss, and fringed from fear. Everyone fears him and they were right to.

I looked at Andrew for answers. He shut the door firmly before walking over to me cautiously. "It's Edric. He was just in the room," he told me quietly. "Lamia's dark knight. She uses him when she can't trust anyone else. He also runs a place called Lycanthrope. You went there to picked up Calcifer, last night." Andrew held out a duffle bag he brought. He looked at a door off the room. "There is a shower in there you can use. I brought you some clothes to change into."

Alora's Pov Lucien’s hand is a dead weight on my waist as he grips me. The second he spots a high-ranking senator across the room, he disposes me. "Marcel," Lucien says, his voice smooth as the scotch he's been sipping. "Keep my fiancée entertained for a moment, will you? I’d hate for her to look bored in a room full of people who adore her." Without waiting for an answer, he takes my hand and drops it into Marcel’s. A casual move that feels like being traded between two different lifetimes. Lucien strolls away, radiating the kind of ego that only comes from owning everything you see.

His gaze landed on me, and a flicker of something dark passed over his usually Stoic features. "I see you're awake. How are you feeling, Gem?" He climbed into the bed, his presence filling the space, my senses overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne, a potent mix of leather and something else, something wild. I tried not to be distracted by him, tried to focus on the churning anger in my stomach. "Why did you do it, Luciano?" My voice was a tight rasp, barely a whisper. He raked his fingers through his hair, his eyes settling on me, their depths unreadable.

He gives me a curt nod. "Hi, I'm Sage.Beta of Moonstone charm, more beneficial than him" She points at Luciano before getting up. "Hit me up when necessary" She adds, ending her statement with a wink before walking away. "Follow me Elsa" Luciano says, turning his heels. The sound of phone ringing cuts through the air.Alpha Kane stares at his phone with a smile before answering it. "Zion, I heard about the success of your new project— The sound remained behind in the office as I shut the door and followed Luciano out of the building to his parked car.

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.

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