Arcana Lucio Novels & Stories

She might just cut him out of her life if he didn’t explain things while they were still fresh in her head. A slip of paper sticking out from under Arabella’s jewelry box. Lucas pulled it out to see what it was and there was only one word printed on the bill of sale that caught Lucian’s eye. Santurary. What the hell was ‘Santurary’? He read the rest of the bill and was slightly confused. What did Arabella need with such a big amount of supplies. There was enough there to build two houses. Lucian turned to leave Arabella’s room when a ripple suddenly formed in the shoddy corner. He stood stock still as he waited in anticipation for Arabella to appear. It was not Arabella. Selene stepped grace

I said goodbye to them and I went to the front and used the Light force to get their attention. [Life Force- The aura emitted by Holders whose Hold is in the Light Classification.] "Citizens of Floresta Encantada I just wanted to introduce you to my newly adopted son, enter Lucian Adrien Picosa, my third son." I introduced Lucian with a smile and the citizens of Floresta Encantada applauded.

A half-naked dancer slid around a chrome pole like she was born wrapped in metal, while the crowd hooted like animals in heat. Blood-red chandeliers swayed above leather couches. Crystal glasses sparkled with things that burned worse than fire. And at the far end—like a throne carved in shadow—sat Luciano. Goddamn Lucifer in a tailored suit. Black shirt, no tie. A glinting silver ring shaped like a lion’s head wrapped around his middle finger. His eyes scanned the club like a king bored with his kingdom. Next to him, half-drunk and draped in arrogance, was Marco, his right hand, who looked like he’d enjoy peeling a man’s skin just to hear the scream.

Then, “I couldn’t sleep.” She blinked. “And that’s my problem?” He gave a half-smile. “Not everything I do is a threat, Aria.” “No,” she said softly, “but it always comes with strings.” Luciano walked closer, his gaze unblinking. “You saw my brother.” Aria’s breath caught. “I didn’t mean to,” she said. “The painting—” “He was everything I’m not,” Luciano interrupted. “Kind. Good. Weak.” She didn’t respond. She didn’t know how.

It was the least thing he had expected and also not incriminating in the slightest. “Is it a funny gift?” God asked. Lucifer cleared his throat and struggled to keep a straight face as he responded. “No, no, not at all. It’s just…” A slight pause. “The angel who would win the tournament is obviously going to be a warrior; he or she would already have a sword”. There was another silence. Lucifer was getting tired of God’s late replies. Why did he always have to think deeply before he gave an answer? It was hard to pick out an error from him; he always knew what to say even in the most tensed situations.

Chapter 2 Lucy couldn't sleep because of the noise from Phoenix's room. He could hear the noise of their classmate muttering and moaning as they reached the oragasm. He slapped the headset on his ears, facing the mirror to tie his long hair. He winced in pain when he saw his left hand with a wound. "The blade of her tooth." He complained and he bathed his hand with alcohol. The whole day ended with nothing for him. His name is Lucifer Cuenca, but the school owner who is a friend of his father calls him Lucy.

Please take care of Sir Lucio, and we will come to visit again another day. With that, they bowed and left before Selena could react. The knights departed in haste, disappearing as quickly as they had arrived. Selena hurried to Lucio's side when she noticed the bedsheets stained with blood. Lucio appeared to have fainted from blood loss, his face drained of color. Despite this, his brow remained furrowed, and he still gripped a broken arrow in his fist, unable to release it. To prevent further injury, Selena removed the shaft and left the arrowhead lodged in his chest. Recalling Lucio's ennoblement in her past life, Selena realized she had never delved into the specifics. She had assumed he

And then there was Lucio. He leaned against the stone railing of the inner courtyard, now sixteen years old and unmistakably Lucien’s son. His storm-colored eyes held a calm most grown men lacked, and the weight of genius glinted beneath every expression. He had built his first AI before turning thirteen, and now, he was helping restructure the Marchesi global network, offering insights even Lucien’s top analysts couldn’t see. Seraphina joined him, slipping an arm around his shoulders. “Still too grown-up to run wild with the others?”

Please don’t let him look down now, that would be so embarrassing. Lucian arched a questioning brow when Celeste remained quiet, her lip caught between her teeth. In the past that would have stirred something in him but now? Now all he could think about was how those very lips had betrayed him before the elder gods when he needed her the most. He deeply wished to punish her, if only to relieve the ache he felt just watching her act like everything was all normal between them. Like she hadn’t basically thrown him to the wolves, like her best friend hadn’t just suffered a gruesome death by his hands.

At this time, Leonardo and even some of the Windsor family potent fighters were glaring at Lucio with an expression of undisguised fury and murderous intention. However, even at this time, Lucio still wanted to defend himself. He coldly snorted and said, “What should I say? I do not understand what you mean by that. This man is a stranger to me!” As soon as he said that, Lucio glared at this Transcendent with crew cut hairstyle sinisterly and bellowed, “You belong with Red Moon! Damn you, how dare you lurk around me! Go to hell!” At this moment, Lucio had made up his mind to murder that man to prevent him from divulgence his secrets. It was the same decisive thing as what he did earlier on t