Dva Lucio Novels & Stories

I said, feeling like a total prick for making a grown man cry. "This is Cass’s other father," the man said. "My name is Alejandro—no, wait, I’m Lucia—no, sorry." (The user list says Sarah/Lucia is the mother, but the prompt says everything female to male. So Lucia/Lucio). "This is Lucio. How is he?" "He’s asleep on my couch. Before that, he was totally catatonic. Eyes open, but nobody was home." "Does he look physically harmed? Did that bastard strike him? Does he need a healer?"

The two froze in place, especially Amelia, who was unable to look back, not wanting to ruin the image of Lucian in her mind. "Are you trying to take my mate away, Duke?" "You traitor, I will never forgive you." Eren shouted, but before he could reach him, Lucas was there between them Lucien smiled and took out his sword “This time it will be a real match. You are ready to die, Lucas.” Lucas gritted his teeth and attacked Lucien, screaming in blind anger "I will never forgive you, Lucien. I will never forgive you for betraying us." Lucian gritted his teeth as he attacked Lucas with all his might

Moonlight streamed through the shattered roof, painting silver pools across the floor. A figure stepped out of the shadows. Lucio. A former lieutenant of Marino’s who had flipped sides years ago. His face was lined, his eyes darting around nervously. “You came alone?” I asked coldly. He nodded. “I know what he’s planning. But it’s worse than you think.” Alex moved beside me, a silent wall of menace and authority. “Talk.” Lucio licked his lips. “He’s not just building an army. He’s targeting the families. Your alliances. He wants to isolate you. Break you down piece by piece.”

He dropped the bottle then took a sip of his whiskey. "Father has sent for you" A deep masculine voice echoed in the room. "It must be urgent if he sent you to call me" Luciel finally turned around and moved towards his brother slowly. Luciel has 5 brothers and a sister, he is the second son of Lucifer. He has lived almost 500 years and has served his Father all those years in the underworld. He is known to be the only son who took the facial looks of the devil. Lucifer was so stunned when Luciel grew up to look so much like him, this made his refer to his as his favorite son. Luciel's older brother Lucas, has lived about 800 years and is the only son who has one of the 7 kingdoms of the dev

Lucian fired two shots, one missed as one of the men jammed the van doors closed, the other one struck a tyre but the van started to drive out of the compound He started running after it, anger coursed through his every step. “Liana! Aria!” The van swerved through the gates and sped off in a cloud of exhaust and stones, Lucian fell to his knees. He slammed his gun to the dirt, “FUCKKK!!” He groaned, Angrily, he got up and stormed inside, then grabbed Domenico by the collar and slammed him into the wall. “Look what you’ve fucking done!” Domenico shoved him back, “They weren’t Evelina’s men! Lucian paused, his angry eyes searched Domenico’s, impatient for an answer

Ivan noticed his hesitance and walked forward. "What truly happenened out there, Lucio. You better not lie to me." Lucio was withholding the information about Reese because he did not know how Ivan would react to the news. But what was the use of hiding important information about the sister Ivan was desperately searching for? "Boss," he dipped his chin, "Dizon was shot by Reese." The next moment, he found himself pinned against the wall, strong hands jerking his collar. Ivan's eyes blazed with anger. "Are you kidding me, Lucio? How dare you bring Reese's name into this when you know I've been searching for her? Is this a joke to you?"

she said before the doors completely shut. Just like his son, Lucius Longoria, was a handsome devil. Intimidating brown eyes and silver-haired, I could tell why he was called the Dragon. Vincentio was surely going the same path as his father. He didn’t even take note of me and delved straight into business with his son.The two of them talked like they were only professionally related.

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

His eyes burned bloodshot, and his wounds started to stitch up like it wasn’t even there in the first place. Luciano’s eyes gleamed wild as his laughter echoed against the lounge’s empty walls. “Introducing the prototype of Vita Mortis. A drug that drags the dead back to their feet, granting them unnatural strength and speed. I gotta say, I didn’t believe them when they handed me over the description but hey, look at him. Hungrier than ever.” Luciano bragged as he stood up like he wasn’t crying for his mom a while ago. “You’ve lost your mind, Luciano,” I said flatly.