Arcana Lucio Novels & Stories

he held up his hands, “don’t yell that your no one’s Luna at me either, you’re my Luna whether you want to be or not, it’s just how it is now and it’s how he sees you.” Dad cleared his throat, “let’s not get her on that tangent again, Beta Winston got an earful last time,” he smirked, “but maybe she’s right, it wouldn’t hurt to have eyes on Lilly, if she isn’t the Light witch then why would Hera want her power, she had other powerful witches in her coven, she could take there’s instead.” Alpha Nico nodded, “Beta Winston already has eyes on her, all of them actually, she’s being watched,” he cleared his throat, “he just informed me that Russ has a date with Lilly tonight and that she informed

“So now it’s another tantrum. Just like always. The minute things don’t go your way, you stomp your feet and scream for attention.” Lucas’s voice deepened, clipped with something rawer. “If you think this is a tantrum, then you’ve really lost the plot, Luciano. I’m not a child you can tame anymore.” Luciano moved around the table like a storm circling its center. “You’re still a fool; still diving headfirst into things you don’t understand. You’ve always been too soft to handle the real dirt.” Lucas barked a bitter laugh. “And you’ve always thought being cold made you wise.”

I ask. I’m afraid this is some kind of trick or another lesson or punishment. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. I’m a Lycan of my word. I swear it by the moon.” He looked up towards the sky, though the moon is mostly hidden by the trees, and places a closed fist to his chest. I’ve been around him long enough to know he thinks of the moon as some sort of God, and it holds some sort of power over him. He is crazy for sure, but he holds the moon in high regard, and I believe he will honor anything he swears upon it. At least I hope, but he can’t really be trusted.

To have separate lives away from each other. "What does your friend looks like?" Lancelot asked. "Lucia is fifteen years old lady, bit shorter than me. Long straight black hair and has porcelain skin. She has big brown eyes, and she is very beautiful," I said. "Wait. What are those things?" Lancelot asked while pointing at the man-structured smokes hopping from one corner to another, searching. "That was done by my friend Lucia. She is a white snake summoner that is why she can produce men of white snake. She told them to go and search for his cousin. Remember Orion? The one I told you who just disappeared when there was a mist and a humming voice."

The Arcana Legion were scared about this duel. Suddenly their Tarot Cards glowed the same with Umbra’s tarot card located at Manehattan he looks at his tarot card glowing then looks at the dark blackened skies “Amicitia… my sweetheart” he said with a worried tone suddenly the Arcana Legion and Umbra heard my voice “Arcana Legion and Umbra I know you’re scared about this duel but duel is very similar to final shadow turbo duel when Jack, Yusei and Crow each having 4000 life points while Rex Goodwin has 12,000 life points but this is the opposite they have 32,000 life points while I have 4000 life points but its okay I have cards that they don’t have okay, and also I’ll have my tarot card on s

"Allow me to drive you ladies. I know all the best places nearby. And I can bring you right back. Prefect Isobel—I know you still need to speak with the Alpha when he wakes." Isobel smiles brightly. "How thoughtful of you, Beta Lucio." Lucio's eyes come back to me, the smile still fixed on his face. "Come on, Florence." The breath locks up in my chest. Every instinct inside me wants to scream into his face: You are pure evil! But if Lucio was capable of using magic to strip Jason of his mind, what's stopping him from orchestrating the car crash that almost killed him? What's stopping him from eliminating me?

Maya crossed her arms -don't think that because Leticia is nice she's stupid -Julio Cesar stared at her -she knows who and what you are -he pointed his finger at her -except for the fact that she's Soraia's bitch -he made quotation marks in the air- and hates you for what you did to her -then dropped the glass on the mezzanine and sat down on the arm of the sofa -she always cheered for the wolf, so if you're going to use persuasion on her you have to take advantage of the first contact or it's over. - Julio Cesar took a generous sip of his blood - it's gone, like you said, for her - and shrugged. - That wolf bastard is going to boil in my vengeance," grumbled Lucian, already at home with the

He said, I could still not see his face. “Let me end the suspense for our poor damsel, figlio.” Julio stepped forward, “Regina, meet my son, Luciano. He is the second eldest son of the Orsini family and also the one who has the power to replace your dear mate as the alpha.” Julio said. The lights in the room were switched on and the sudden brightness forced me to close my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of golden eyes staring down at me.

Surrounded by the freezing, impenetrable silence of the judges, Luciano explodes with a loud roar, "You dare insult my face—the president of the Calligraphers and Painters Association?! Then you insult every single warrior artist under my grand banner! This is outright rebellion! Do you all want your names to be blacklisted from the territories forever?!" The entire stone room holds its breath in absolute fear, but Amara sees a perfect opportunity in the middle of the chaos. With Luciano losing his mind in real time, the boy slides in like a hungry vulture sensing a weak, dying animal. His face puts on a fake expression of deep concern. "Please," Amara says sweetly, placing a steadying hand

“Well, if you start glowing or shifting into a three-headed beast, do let me know. I want a front-row seat.” Back by the center of the room, Lucian nursed a dark glass of crimson wine. He felt it before he saw it—a familiar presence brushing against his senses. “Lucian D’Arcy” came a honeyed voice. Lucian turned slowly, eyes narrowing as a tall fae approached, shimmering in layers of gossamer robes. The fae smiled broadly, golden hair cascading down his shoulders like silk. “Alaric,” Lucian said with a nod.