Lucio Arcana Novels & Stories

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

"I don't want to relive that now, Elijah. I don't want to be reminded of the events of one year ago, where my life changed one hundred and eighty degrees. I don't want that to happen now. Not when I'm on my revenge mission against Harrison. Not when I was trying to become a much stronger person than the old Luciana Edith. The Luciana Edith who cried in fear in the basement, when her entire family was so cruelly slaughtered. Because right now, Luciana Edith is gone, Elijah. She is dead. I am Lucia Hazel Gray now. And I should be as strong as my new identity now. Because I belong to you, don't I? You've given me all the help I've needed since a year ago. A new face, new powers, a new identity,

His voice was low and calm as if he wasn't just yelling now. “Then what happened? Tall to me Lucian.” He takes a glance at me then looks back to the cup he plays with in his hands. “My name is Lucian D’Arcanis. Once a prince and heir to Vampire village till the disaster happened.” He pauses, his mouth slightly open as his next word seems to be stuck in his tongue. “Take a deep breath Lucian. Everything is fine.” Adhering to my words, he does as I say. He started speaking again.

His throat tightened. “And I’ll keep finding you,” he whispered. “Every time.” Silence fell between us, not empty, but full. Heavy. Fragile. For a moment, the world felt steady. Until the door opened. Lucia stepped inside, clipboard in hand, expression unreadable. Her eyes flicked from me to Luca, then back to me. “Aria,” she said gently, “there’s been a development.” My heart stumbled. Luca’s body went rigid beside me. “What kind of development?”

In less than a month, he wiped them out completely. On the day of the final reckoning, Lucio was drunk. He staggered into the cemetery. "Viola, I avenged you," Lucio said, placing the bloodstained watch of the Arcibaldo famiglia's boss before my grave. "It's finally done, Viola. Their sins are paid." He held a bottle of liquor, laughing like a madman as tears streamed down his face. Then, he drew a handgun from his waist and pressed it to his temple. "Now, it's my turn to atone. Viola, mi dispiace…"

Chapter 2 Lucy couldn't sleep because of the noise from Phoenix's room. He could hear the noise of their classmate muttering and moaning as they reached the oragasm. He slapped the headset on his ears, facing the mirror to tie his long hair. He winced in pain when he saw his left hand with a wound. "The blade of her tooth." He complained and he bathed his hand with alcohol. The whole day ended with nothing for him. His name is Lucifer Cuenca, but the school owner who is a friend of his father calls him Lucy.

Dante obeyed without question. “Sorry pussies but I lied. Neither of you deserves to live” Luciano turned, his bloodlust rising. This wasn’t just about betrayal or the shipment. Sure those things were infuriating but something darker pulsed in him. A fire he hadn’t been able to control lately. Araceli had been the spark. Ever since she entered his home, something in him had twisted. Bent. Cracked. His need for her and his failure to control it had left him a ravenous beast hungry for any sort of release. He needed an outlet and the two dangling men would have to do...for now.

Sebastian held out his hand in front of his companions. Luna nodded and just listened to what they were saying as they sat around the spacious and large room. “That competition was called ᜀᜅ᜔ᜀᜅ᜔ ᜋᜎᜃᜐ᜔,” Lucy said. They continued to impart knowledge about the palace to the princess. She still listened to their stories even though she was reading books about their kingdom. Luna felt at ease, she felt safe with new acquaintances. From day one she already considered them as her friends. She realized that she's no longer alone because there are actually people waiting for her and wants to get to know her.

That was how what should have been ended as a squabble between the two factions became the match to a raging fire. "Ever heard of the Punic wars?" He asked, hoping he wouldn't have to explain that to a history and archaeology student. "Wow! I knew to expect something unexpected but nothing could prepare me for that!" Clara exclaimed, a faraway look in those stormy eyes. Lucian inched to grind out his question again but held himself back. If she really didn't have any idea about being a supernatural then she was taking this as best as anyone would. He chose to be patient instead.

To have separate lives away from each other. "What does your friend looks like?" Lancelot asked. "Lucia is fifteen years old lady, bit shorter than me. Long straight black hair and has porcelain skin. She has big brown eyes, and she is very beautiful," I said. "Wait. What are those things?" Lancelot asked while pointing at the man-structured smokes hopping from one corner to another, searching. "That was done by my friend Lucia. She is a white snake summoner that is why she can produce men of white snake. She told them to go and search for his cousin. Remember Orion? The one I told you who just disappeared when there was a mist and a humming voice."