Lucia Noceda Novels & Stories

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Exactly the kind of scene I hated. Father stepped closer toward me. “You humiliate us enough already with your existence. Now you’re embarrassing yourself publicly too?” “I’m just here because.. “Because you’ve become desperate,” Nora interrupted mockingly. “Honestly Lilith, trying to seduce the Alpha? That’s pathetic even for you.” “I’m not trying to seduce anyone.” “Oh please.” Nora rolled her eyes dramatically. “You think we don’t see what you’re doing?” My throat tightened painfully. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

I saw him look around to make sure it was safe to step into my territory. I was about to set foot when he suddenly stepped back. A little girl with a furious face came, “you shouldn’t be here!” A tiny angry voice escapes from her mouth. She stood teen yet younger than Velle. “Neither do you, leave me alone!” “Kylo-“ He angrily snarled to shut her off. “Alpha Kylo, Laia. Remember that.” He corrected her. “Leave now!” “She’s a Vampire now, she’s a devil, she’d never be the same Velle! She was never a rightful Luna, stop chasing her!”

The tension in the room slowly began to disappear as Brax took a deep breath and stepped back, his anger fading slightly. Lucian straightened up, giving me a nod of gratitude before turning his attention back to Brax. "We need to focus on finding out who that man was and why he targeted Luna," Lucian said, his voice calm and composed. Brax nodded, still eyeing Lucian warily.

“Marano holdings. And call Adrian. I need all we can find on someone. Lucia Moretti.” Cassius didn't argue. He would never. Three hours later, I was in my corner office, its intricate windows showing the skyline like a work of art. But I wasn't focused on the view. Adrian entered, tablet in his grip, his face blank. “You requested a background check on Lucia Moretti.” I motioned for him to speak. He flipped open a file. “ She's twenty five. Formerly a professional ballerina - a global prodigy. Danced in New York, London,and Paris. Headlines from about two and a half years ago. She was arguably one of the best.”

What is still clearly visible is the activities Lucia carried out in her room. You're driving me crazy. Your charm has ruined my world that very peaceful at first. “Lucia Fernandez Stello”. (Lexon Alexander Trixeon)

Suspicion buried under wine and noise. Latina watched it all. She watched how easily the night swallowed Enzo. She watched how easily the others followed their leader’s laughter instead of their instincts. And she smiled. Not openly. Just enough for herself. Lucia observed from the palace balcony, wrapped in silk and shadows. The wind teased her hair, carrying distant echoes of laughter from the encampment below the hill. She closed her eyes. So the cup had failed. Interesting. Her lips curved slightly. Failure often revealed more than success.

About turning his evil into something redemptive. "I need to talk to Dante. But yes. If this is real. If we can actually help his victims. I'm in." "Good. Because I've already started digging. And what I've found. It's bigger than you think." Lucia reveals she's a lawyer specializing in international crime. She offers to help Dante and Sienna ensure that all of Lorenzo's remaining assets are seized and distributed to his victims.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silhouetted against the moonlight. "It's time I tell you a story," he said quietly. "A story of the beginning. Long ago, we were more than just step siblings- we were lovers, bound by a connection that terrified the heavens. But the laws of our kind are cruel, alongside our creator. When our father saw the way we looked at each other, he intervened. He forced you to marry Harrow, a tyrant. The ruler of the Lycans and a sorcerer so powerful he could bend the stars." Despite how bizarre and surreal his words sounded. A cold shiver ran down my spine at the name. Harrow.

He glanced at her with mild curiosity, clearly not buying the performance but intrigued nonetheless. “You’re already there? Great. Wait for me, I’m almost there,” Lucia cooed before ending the call with a soft hum. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and turned in her seat, glancing at the back row. Luciana was curled up with her knees drawn to her chest, her head resting against the car window. She had drifted off to sleep somewhere between the first argument and the tollgate. Luca, on the other hand, sat beside her, her gaze locked on the blur of the outside world. Her expression was unreadable, calm yet distant, as if her mind were miles away from the noise around her.