Lucia Novels Novels & Stories

"Master Lucien is the epitome of sin and seduction. Don't get caught in his trap, or you'll never have a chance to leave this place with your brother." His expression became slightly more serious. "That's a warning." Then he shrugged. "But if you end up loving him..." He smiled. "That's fine too." I didn't pay much attention to what he said. But his words stayed with me. I knew Lucien was dangerous. But there were still so many things I didn't understand. Everything here was hazy. Questionable. And full of secrets. Why me? Why had Lucien—the vampire devil—chosen to keep me here as his blood source? Of all the humans out there... Of all the women... Why me?

II Lucia waited for Carolina. She learned that today is her book signing. She released a new werewolf-inspired book and she is going to launch it in this popular bookstore. She touched the hard, metal thing inside her bag. She is ready for Carolina. “It is time for my revenge Carolina,” she whispered. Carolina got out of her BMW car, together with Wilgreg and Atty. Ninia. They walked together going inside the shopping mall, where the bookstore, where she is going to launch her new book is located.

It will seal our bonds, complete the ritual, and end the war between the humans and the Wolf People Clan. Lucia is a brave soul but terrified of the eye yellowing. She hasn't mentioned the yellowing of the eyes scaring her, for she doesn't have to. This is why I have taken it upon myself to find the rare luna lily flower. I will eat the flowers and bed her. I will feel myself thrust into her and impregnate her.

"It's in the blood." Adam's phone vibrated. George's text: Lancaster Medical just called. Your scrip was refilled...by Lucia. Ice flooded his veins. "Lucia?" --- Lucia sat curled in the window seat, a first edition of The Bell Jar open in her lap. The amber liquid in her glass caught the firelight—whiskey, neat. Just like him. She didn't look up as he entered. "You went through my things." Adam's voice was dangerously calm.

"Oh, she left," "I can see that," he nodded, then unclasped his hands. "Why are you here? Or rather, why did she bring you here?" "I came for the book of god reincarnations," "I cannot give you that," "But—" "I can answer the question you came here for. What is it you wish to find? Who do you wish to find?" "Liviana, a daughter of Selene who reincarnated as a werewolf," "The foolish one," he said, slouching on his chair and folding his arms. "Her name was Lucia, mate of Hiems Zales,"

Each one a knife bound in ink. “You’ve hunted legacy like it was prey,” Savannah said bitterly. “Inheritance sealed in blood is still betrayal.” Lucia’s gaze faltered—just for a second. Then she leaned closer, her perfume soft and mechanical. “I won’t plead. But if you destroy the serum, I’ll stop chasing shadows.” Savannah’s lungs cinched. “You can’t unmake ghosts.” “I don’t try,” Lucia said. “I outlive them.” Outside, a lightning strike lit the glass—two women mirrored in silhouette. One framed by truth. One armored in omission.

Inside, Lucia planned a burial that would not include a body. Beyond the city walls, the night swallowed two shadows moving fast and silent. Latina never heard them coming. She was alone, just as she liked it—walking the narrow path that led away from camp, mind already leaping ahead to rewards, to favor, to power. A hand clamped over her mouth. A blade kissed her throat. “Quiet,” Enzo whispered in her ear. “Or you lose that pretty head.” She froze instantly. Lucia’s son stepped into her line of sight.

The one of Elana, Luca, and Isabella. Elana stiffened. “You think he knows about my daughter?” “I think he’s counting on what you’d do to protect her.” The room was still for a moment. “Why now, Lucia?” Elana asked quietly. “You disappeared for years.” Lucia’s voice cracked. “Because I’ve already lost one family to this world. I’m not going to sit by and watch you lose yours.” A beat passed, heavy and sharp. Then Luca entered the room, silent as a storm. His eyes landed on Lucia, hard and suspicious.

She whipped her head around the direction of the wind when a large growl beamed near her as a large white and grey coloured wolf engulfed her head, tearing it apart and snatching her soul from its temporary host. "Mother! " Lucia screamed as she woke up abruptly from a profound dream. She was profusely sweating and panting. She held her head as a sharp pain passed her head. She trotted towards her study table grabbing her memoir, shuffling through the pages to find a paper that was half burnt and damaged over time.

“Is it not something you can tell me now?” Sitting up way too quickly, I watch as her shoulders droop, and my worry intensifies. “Lucia?” I ask, touching her shoulder. “What is this about?” Lucia sighs, and when she looks back at me, her eyes are shining with tears. “When you come home late, do you spend your time with other women?” she asks. “I saw the lipstick on your collars and the perfume on your clothes sometimes. I mean, I know I’m not experienced or anything. I don’t know how to please you so you won’t go out there to find-”