Arcana Lucio Novels & Stories

“It’s my way of saying I think you’re dangerous. And I like dangerous things.” The silence thickened between them. She didn’t blink. “Careful,” she said softly. “You might find yourself in over your head.” Lucio took a final drag, exhaled smoke into the cold night air, and stubbed the cigarette out on the balcony rail. “Maybe,” he said. “But drowning never scared me.” Then, just as suddenly as he’d come, he stepped back toward the door. “I’m heading down to the cellar. Better wine down there. If you ever want a real drink…” He let the sentence trail off like a thread, unfinished.

Always Lucien. My fingers curled into fists beneath the table, nails digging into my palms. "We have no choice. They are both hurting my father. The more time passes, the weaker he gets. They need to make sacrifices, just as he has. If we don’t act now, it will be too late, and I—" My voice faltered, just for a moment. "I can’t lose him too." Calum nodded. Marty as well. But Azriel? He merely studied me, his gaze sharp, unreadable. Like he was dissecting my words, searching for something beneath them.

No wonder Lucario had kept mute, saying nothing. Lord Lucas was the leader of the second leading mafia gang in the vicinity, Python Confraternity. He was domineering and powerful too, just like Lucario. But Lucario, beats him hands down in fame, influence and affluence. Lucario is more commanding than he is. For a long time now, Lord Lucas has been asking for her hand in marriage, but she has vehemently refused. She just doesn't know what love is, and she is never ready to experience it, not now, not ever. Even if she wanted to, it wouldn't be with someone like Lord Lucas, that beast.

As he talked, the wry smile never faded from his thick lips. His men stood behind us with guns on our necks. I was literally sweating but Jacob was cool and relaxed. "Young man," he said as he leaned towards me. His thick fingers find their way down my chin and the next moment I was staring in his eyes. What I saw wasn't a human being but an accomplice of the devil who rejoiced in the pain of his villains and smiled at the sight of their blood. We were the villains. "I used to be like you, following my emotions to wherever they led me but I learnt the hard way. You don't bargain with devil, no way," his barritone voice echoed in the room as he slowly placed the glass of water on the water an

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.

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.

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