Lucia Novels Novels & Stories

Lucia lifted her head up to catch her glares on her and instantly, she knew she can't escape this. And surely she can't,because before Lucia could make up a word, Regina sent the bottled water splashing all over her. A gasp escaped Lucia's lips..... * * TBC

A moan escaped my lips as she buried her warm mouth between my thighs. Fuck. She grinned like she just won the lottery, like this was too easy for her. She grabbed my dick and started working on it for real this time. I groaned lightly as my eyes locked on her. And then it happened… I blinked and her face shifted. Red lips fade, dark messy brown hair, vulnerable painful eyes. Her. My body tensed as I saw Lucia right in front of me, her pain filled eyes locking down on mine in disgust. I instantly grabbed the wrist of the woman and shoved her off me.

She had spent the last three hours entirely immersed in Lucian's personal ledgers, her charcoal pencil flying across the pages of her notebook as she cataloged the volumes in strict chronological order. The initial terror of her morning dream had transformed into a deep, consuming fascination. Reading Lucian's history wasn't like reading a textbook; it was a devastatingly raw encounter with the ghost of the world. He had been there. His elegant, flowing script detailed the paranoia of the European witch trials, the mud and blood of the trenches in the Great War, and the blinding, horrific ash of Hiroshima.

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

"She came alone. For now" Inside, Damien approached the altar. Lucia stood at its steps, cloaked in black, a shadow-made flesh. The drive sat in a silver case on the altar beside her, taunting. "You came," she said, voice smooth. "How poetic". "You have thirty seconds to explain what the hell you want”, Lucia tilted her head. "Immunity, and Answers”, "Immunity for what?" She smiled faintly. "For who I am”, Damien stepped forward. "You’re a blackmailer. A traitor. A liar”,

Lucia and Levi ran-away from their families because both sides is against their relationship just because of their differences in status. As Levi was reviewing some papers in his workroom, a sudden shattering of glasses was heard from the upstairs that completely awaken his soul. He immediately run upstairs and opened Lucia's room. He was in shock when he saw Madam Viveca lying lifeless on the floor while Lucia is silently crying on her bed while staring on the old woman's body.

Their guess was right; Lucia's clone was on Ferin's side. Her name is Aliana. Aliana is a formerly enslaved person belonging to Lucia, a human who gave blood to vampires. About five years ago, when Lucia decided not to drink human blood, Lucia let Aliana go and broke the contract that bound them. Lucia lets Aliana live as a normal human even though Carlen and the higher-ups of the kingdom oppose this decision.

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

Isla nodded and left. Lucia stepped back inside, her fingers tightening around the envelope. She didn’t open it right away. She scanned the room, then drew the curtains shut, locking the door behind her. Only when she was alone.. truly alone.. did she tear the flap. Inside were photos. She pulled the first one out… then the second… then a third. Each one stabbed like ice. Ryan. Johanna. Together. In a car. Outside some hotel. Her lips near his cheek. His hand resting on her knee.

"I am not Lucia Hazel Gray... the truth is, I am Luciana Edith, the only daughter of The Crescent Moon Pack. Luciana who lost all of her family, all of her pack members, the heirloom gem, The Crescent Moon Pack, and even, I lost my identity as Luciana Edith, with my new identity as Lucia Hazel Gray. I... am the Luciana Edith who was killed by Harrison Hux, a year ago." Listening to what Lucia had just said there, instantly left Felicity speechless, with her eyes starting to look wide with shock now. Felicity had not expected the words that Lucia had just said there. As for Lucia, she herself immediately began to smile lopsidedly and quite horribly there. Lucia really liked the expression on