Lucia Manga Novels & Stories

This same desperate looks. Lucia rolled her eyes around the room and surveyed it. There was no was she could escape now. She quickly thought of something to do but nothing was coming up. All she could think of was running!. She just had to try and run away from the minions of her father. All of a sudden, She ran towards his direction Fastly. Trying to escape as his was standing in front of the door. All her thoughts was to try and push him hard and get herself to the door. Fortunately for her, she could push him away and just when he followed her outside to get her, she heard a loud thud of the floor behind her. Lucia turned immediately and she saw Ricardo on the floor.

“My Luna is beautiful.” “My Luna was from seventh heaven.” “My Luna drew the eye heavens bound.” “My Luna is translucent.” “My Luna appears more lucid.” “My Luna will emerge like a sprouting seed.” “She will fill my world with more joy than I needed. She will be back.” What is all this writing about Luna? Who was Luna to Emiliano? My head spun with these questions. I flipped to the next page. “My Luna is a wildflower.” “My Luna sparks to emerge.” “My Luna, my Luna will be back for me.”

Lillian asked, completely confused, “No. Sarah is Lucien’s mate.” “Wrong,” Lucy said, walking to the table and pouring herself a glass of wine. She was too shocked to see Nyssa, she had dropped her glass by mistake. Her hand trembled slightly, “Sarah never was. That girl in the red gown- that’s Lucien's chosen mate by the goddess”. “Huh?” Lucy turned to Lillian with furrowed brows as she said, “She’s supposed to be dead.” “I wonder…” The last sentence, she whispered it to herself alone.

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

Not anymore. Lucia fought like a wild animal that was trapped and had nothing left to lose, while Elena fought like someone who had already lost everything and would stop at nothing to get it all back. Lucia dragged her claws across Elena’s side as they clashed again, opening her flesh to the air. Elena responded by driving her fist straight through Lucia’s shoulder, tearing off muscle and breaking multiple bones with that deadly strike. They both staggered back in pain, circled, and struck again. “You took everything from me,” Lucia snarled madly, with blood running freely from her wounds. “My place. My power. My future.”

Lucy said earnestly, each word reassuring Maria. Maria was deeply moved, never expecting such understanding from Lucy. "Madam, to be honest, Luna has ulterior motives. Just now—" Maria began to explain, but Luna burst in suddenly. "Lucy, it’s urgent! Lila is crying and asking for you. You’d better come quickly!" Luna said anxiously. Lucy, prioritizing her children’s safety, immediately left to check on Lila. Luna shot a side glance at Maria, thinking to herself, 'You old hag! You really think you can go up against me and tattle on me?'

A burning Phoenix with its wings spread wide open and a sword running through it. As soon as her eyes met it, her blood turned to ice. Lucia’s knees buckled. “Lucia?” Adrian was at her side in an instant, steadying her by the shoulders. But her eyes had already gone wide and glassy, her breath coming in short gasps. The room tilted. Her lungs locked. The tattoo swirled in her vision,images ran through her mind,triggering something she hadn’t thought about in years,something buried deep beneath layers of willful forgetfulness.

She kept glancing toward it. Waiting. Hoping. Nothing. The screen remained dark. Lucia sighed and opened her sketchbook. She tried drawing. Tried distracting herself. It didn’t work. Her thoughts kept returning to Bianca. To Matteo. To the Bratva. And most importantly— to the day of Bianca’s disappearance. Everyone always described it differently. Some said Bianca ran. Others claimed she vanished willingly. A few believed she betrayed her family. But Lucia had never fully believed any of those explanations.

When I was almost out, a werewolf soldier tried to stop me. “Who are you–” I brought out my dagger and slit his neck. The entire battlefield went dead silent as his body clattered to the ground. Lucia's eyes brightened and she got to her feet on top of the wyvern. I saw her mouth my name. Then, she remembered that she now had the advantage. She raised her gun in the air and yelled for her men to charge. Using the cover of the rain of bullets, I crossed over to Peter's platform, running to the top. He had the dynamite ready for me.

Lucia snarked. I leaned forward in my chair, resting my elbows on my knees. "Lucia, I don't want to be at war with you—" "Do you know what they did to me?!" Lucia shouted, stopping anything else I might have wanted to say. "I don't," I replied. "But if you want to tell me…" "I was a revolving door for El Lobo's men!" Lucia said, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "El Lobo thought he was saving me for something or someone—I don't know—but that's not how it worked out. That's not how it worked out at all!"