Novel & Cerita Lucio Arcana

she asked. “Umm.. The Gammas’ daughter?” I asked without looking at her. “I am Gia, the future Luna of this pack. You should look at me when I’m talking to you,” she said with arrogance. “Gia!” Gamma Lisa called her in a warning tone, but Gia ignored her.

Rivulets of sweat trickled down her forehead as she fearfully shifted between thick bedsheets. Her grey face was marred with terror. Will Still and Moreno were brothers and great friends. Both were mafias and allies of my producer. "Somebody send you to get rid of her? Mmmh… who is he?" A throaty voice escaped from his lips as he folded his hands behind his back.

I couldn't do shit, and it was driving me fucking insane. “The story of the True Luna is really a legend among the witches.” I heard the fucker’s voice. “I wasn’t even aware of it until a witch told me about it. The most fascinating thing about her is that she is stronger than any other wolf. She can’t be hurt or killed using wolfsbane or silver. She is indestructible and very valuable. She is the only creation on this earth that can share her abilities with others.” I heard gasps all around us. Our pack members didn’t know how special she was. We didn’t even know how special she was. We knew bits and pieces, but not this. If what this fucker was saying was true, then she was really extraord

She melted against me, soft and submissive, and I felt her hands curl into my shirt, gripping me like she was drowning. And I wanted to drown with her. Wanted to tear off this control and— No. Fuck. I ripped my mouth away, breathing hard, my pulse a violent drum in my ears. Aria was still there, lips swollen, eyes glazed over. I turned away fast. Control yourself, Lucian. You are not a fucking animal. I exhaled sharply, forcing the heat in my blood to simmer, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Aria blinked, trying to piece herself together. “You—”

I turned to face the menacing faces of Lucas' men, their eyes filled with a twisted sense of power. "Gotcha," one of them sneered, tightening his hold on my arm. I struggled, but their grip was unyielding. They dragged me through the wreckage, towards the heart of darkness itself, Alpha Lucas. As we approached Lucas, his piercing gaze met mine. The Alpha exuded an aura of dominance, his presence commanding and intimidating. I could see the bloodlust in his eyes, the hunger for power that had driven him to destroy my village. "Welcome, little lamb," Lucas growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

He was the perfect puppet - he had the looks of a good candidate, and if he could woo people the way he conned women into his bed, it’d be easy enough to ensure whoever the puppet master was called all the shots. “I’m sure it’s someone from the family line,” I insisted. Cato leaned in closer, giving me a toothy grin. “Then why the hell have I been seein’ so many lycans in the past couple days?” He was whisked away, back into the thrum of customers, before I could answer. Another pink drink slid down the bar, stopping in front of me. It was a trick Cato was proud of, and one I didn’t mind until I had to close up my tab - one that had been steadily growing over the past years.

“Well, if you start glowing or shifting into a three-headed beast, do let me know. I want a front-row seat.” Back by the center of the room, Lucian nursed a dark glass of crimson wine. He felt it before he saw it—a familiar presence brushing against his senses. “Lucian D’Arcy” came a honeyed voice. Lucian turned slowly, eyes narrowing as a tall fae approached, shimmering in layers of gossamer robes. The fae smiled broadly, golden hair cascading down his shoulders like silk. “Alaric,” Lucian said with a nod.

Luca. It took a while before Luciano was fully awake. The drugs they had given him to induce sleep had worn off, and the medical staff came to take him off the machines. He was alright and did not need help. Catalina had tears of joy in her eyes and kissed his forehead gently. I maintained my distance while sitting on the couch, so I did not shock him. He wept a bit, and they both held each other; He had thought she would die, and she had thought he would die; it was a miracle that they still had each other. I was glad my sister called, and I was glad that I was willing to help out. The moment the medical staff left, I cleared my throat, and Luciano looked in the direction of my voice. I wat

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”