Novel & Cerita Arcana Lucio

“Shall we?” Lucia smirked at the old-fashioned gesture and curled her fingers around Solomon’s muscle. “Following you, Master Solomon.” “Careful. You certainly don’t want to give me ideas.” A startled laugh escaped Lucia. “You have a convoluted and devious mind, don’t you?” “I’m a Lycan. What can I say?”

My heart was already split and I knew that any more second there could make me even more furious, but there was still one thing I was yet to do. “One more thing...” “No, please Lucia... you can’t take decisions in haste. I swear I really like you...” “I Lucia Herod of Crescent land pack reject you Beta Mario of Crescent land pack.” The fact that I was still bearing my father’s name was so annoying, I wish I could just change my last name. Without even waiting for him to accept or reject my rejection. I stormed out of the room, heading for the bar section where I would hide in the crowd and drown in my tears.

My dark princess was sitting on my lap as fucking Gavin just dropped a fucking bomb on all of us. “Bryce is not Angus’s son. He is a Lycan/warlock or witch hybrid. The magic that I sensed was that of a witch or warlock. I would need a sample of his blood to know for sure which side the witch or warlock is from.” Gavin told us. “There will not be a need for that.” Mikal said. “What do you mean?” dad asked.

I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden. I just wanted to see their faces once, wanted to memorize their happy smiles so that when those same faces were twisted in the grimace of death, my revenge would be sweeter. I just wanted to know who killed my parents. I stopped at the brink of the forest, ever closer to where the men stood. They seemed to be having a discussion about how to dispose of the dead bodies they'd created, the people they'd murdered. I scanned their faces one by one, my eyes moving rapidly through the group of ten or twelve men, and my eyes came

The man was breaking something inside me with the number of silent accusations that he threw at me and the thing was, he didn’t even see it. “I am talking about you not trusting me. I am talking about you doubting whatever I say when I do. I am talking about you going behind my back to search about my past. I am talking about your pack members who see me as nothing but a ‘wolf’. I am not a Lycan like them, nor would I ever match to that. My list goes on and on…” Arturo stopped me by wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me in for a hug. I sobbed, burying my face on his bicep before wrapping my hand around it so tightly that I felt his muscle strain under my touch; however, he didn’t move.

Her reasons sounded silly to me and the only thing I wanted to do was to beat her but I couldn't. "I'll get you soon, Arianna," I threatened while she chuckled dismissing my words though she knew I could do it. "Yea, I almost forgot something. Gio's birthday is in two months, what should I get for him while coming for his birthday?" She asked trying to further get me annoyed. "You aren't invited, bitch" I replied coldly. My reply got her pissed and she called me all sort of names. "You're an idiot Luciano. Soon you'll be exposed for how wicked you are. Don't think you are hidden and I can't wait to take over everything that belongs to you," She ranted.

Gavi said, fear clouding his face “I apologize for my behaviour earlier, I was only trying…” Lucien reached for Gavi’s throat flinging him into the wall. He walked slowly to him, claws extending. Without warning he slashed his claws across Gavi’s face, leaving claw marks on it. Blood dripped down his face, his head bowed in submission. “It seems I have let you run loose for too long, Gavi. To think you’d challenge in front of others. Your Alpha.” Lucien said, lifting his wounded face in his hands. His eyes as cold as ice.

Lucas didn’t turn to look at them, he just kept his eyes fixed on his bottle of wine. But most importantly, from the side of my eyes, I could hear Christopher Lorenzo's heavy, furious breath from the front row, and the snap of media cameras trying to capture my humiliation. My face burned with a terrible, hot shame. I stared at the side of Lucas's face, but his jaw was completely relaxed, his expression totally bored as he swirled the dark liquid inside the bottle. “Errr…” the priest adjusted his tiny glasses once again, “do you care to repeat that Mr Lucas Lorenzo?” He asked solemnly.

Marcel dipped his cigarette in the ashtray as he struggled to lean forward, the blonde lady on his legs wouldn’t stop rubbing his chest. “You haven’t set foot in Italy since Evelina, what’s the danger now?” Lucian’s eyes flickered to Aria for a split second, “Italy is my home, isn’t it?” Gio reached for his glass, “Fair enough, but we both know you. Whose head do you want now?” “Rafael Monterio.” Lucian murmured. Silence fell in the room instantly, Aria’s throat tightened. Her eyes scanned them thoroughly; they knew him, that’s for sure.

Lara informed, her tone carrying a hint of uncertainty. Lucian frowned, his expression displaying a mix of frustration and determination. "If it continues this way, I will no longer have any pack members left. I think it's time. The time has arrived for the great battle. I'm going to attack the devil with all my might, with all my strength... With my full and complete pack. No more sending them in bits; we attack as a single unit with our full strength. And I have a little surprise gift awaiting the devil. It's time for the devil to meet his end and for the love of my life, Señorita Adrianna Sebastián, to return back to me," Lucian declared, his voice resonating with unwavering determination