Lucio Arcana Novels & Stories

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.

“No luck.” She shook her head and wrapped me in a hug. “They are stubborn as hell. But they will see reason. Logan will come to his senses. He will realize you are what he needs. Not that bitch, Sienna.” I laughed at Luna Gloria calling Sienna a bitch. She was always so calm and collected. It was necessary. She was a Luna. Calling someone a bitch was totally not a Luna thing. But it was nice to know that she agreed with me. Sienna really was a bitch.

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

I said, feeling like a total prick for making a grown man cry. "This is Cass’s other father," the man said. "My name is Alejandro—no, wait, I’m Lucia—no, sorry." (The user list says Sarah/Lucia is the mother, but the prompt says everything female to male. So Lucia/Lucio). "This is Lucio. How is he?" "He’s asleep on my couch. Before that, he was totally catatonic. Eyes open, but nobody was home." "Does he look physically harmed? Did that bastard strike him? Does he need a healer?"

Lucian was silent for a long moment before he murmured, “Yes.” Aria didn’t know how long they sat there in the quiet, the ruins around them feeling smaller, like the weight of his story had pressed the world inward. Finally, she spoke. “You said you cursed yourself. But if that power is his… then where is he now?” Lucian’s jaw tensed. “Gone. Or at least… sleeping.” Aria’s stomach twisted. “Sleeping?” Lucian’s silver eyes met hers, sharp and unreadable. “And if I lose control again… I might just wake him up.”

“And that, for now, includes… myself.” “Ambiguous,” Enzo noted. “Do not mistake your charm for safety.” Latina tilted her head. “I do not mistake anything. But I am patient. I am observant. And I am alive.” “You laugh,” Lucia’s son said softly. “And yet your laughter is brittle.” “I laugh because it unsettles,” she replied. “Because it reminds you that control is never absolute.” you will drink of the cup,..the one you poisoned!. Lucia's son said.

"Just tell me what you know about him and leave Emily out of it." Brown shrugged, then ruffled his hair the way Larry did. Andrew smirked, "He's Lerman Kivolsky, a sorcerer of the 57th order. He runs an underground fight club that uses feral or rogue werewolf kids till they drop dead. The champions are set free when they come of age their memories are wiped out of course but they turn out to be delinquents and end up dead or back in his care. It is a large network of hoodlums and wealthy sponsors. His location is unknown. It's like he vanished after the attack."