Lucio Arcana Novels & Stories

“We offer you perfection. A reality without grief. Without chaos. Without pain. You will never lose again. No Eva taken. No Ari lost. Only harmony.” Lucian’s chest tightened at the name. Ari. His sister. Her laughter, her absence. They were pressing on his wounds, and they knew exactly where to push. Eva’s voice trembled. “They’ll show you her. Don’t listen.” And then he saw her. Ari. She appeared before him, eyes bright, smiling. “Lucian,” she whispered, “you don’t have to hurt anymore.” His throat closed. He wanted to reach for her. But deep down, he knew. This wasn’t Ari. It was a weapon.

They could create new lives for themselves, be whatever they wanted to be. Whilst we were idly standing around waiting, Luca approached Alpha Bain and I. "Excuse me Luna." I was surprised to realise he'd come over to talk to me and not Alpha Bain. "I apologise that I haven't introduced myself yet. With all the chaos that has happened within the last few hours I haven't really found the right opportunity. I am Luca, Alpha Bain's Beta. It is an absolute pleasure to finally meet you." He summed up whilst bowing his head in a gesture of respect.

“Respectfully, let us see her, Your Highness,” “I do not recommend that,” Yulo stood up as well and with all authority— made the elder kneel in front of him. “Are you questioning the Goddess’s choice now, Elder Santiago?” “Saint… that was not my intention,” “Then stop trying to get the crowd on your side— do you want them to know what you did to the late king?” Yulo whispered the last part in the hybrid elder’s ears. “We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!”

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

Lila sat frozen on the couch, her hands clutched tightly together. Finally, Adrian ended the call and lowered the phone, exhaling heavily. His gaze swept over all of us before settling on Morgana. “That was Julian from the Arcane Network,” he said, his tone steady but laced with urgency. “They’ve found Lennon.” The room erupted into a cacophony of gasps and murmurs. Lila’s hand flew to her mouth, tears springing to her eyes, while Morgana visibly trembled, her hands gripping the armrest of the couch.

Because no one knew who I was. No one knew that I was Lucien and Agatha’s daughter. A secret born from tragedy. After the meeting, I returned to my house, slipping off my gloves with absentminded precision. The weight of a gaze pressed against my back, familiar and inescapable. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. "Did you forget what I told you?" I finally faced him, leaning against the nightstand, watching as Azriel stood there, rigid, his presence commanding. His eyes bore into me, a mixture of frustration and something deeper—something I couldn’t name.

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.

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…"