Lucio The Arcana Novels & Stories

" I did not get to see my gal." When I said this I heard Adamo laugh while Luca just went back to reading his magazine. It's because he is presumably still a abecedarian, so he does not understand what it's like to love someone. " Do not worry bro, you will be out soon and also you can see her as much as you want." I narrowed my eyes at Adamo when he wriggled his eyebrows at me suggestively, before I ultimately just shook my head.

My dark princess was sitting on my lap as fucking Gavin just dropped a fucking bomb on all of us. “Bryce is not Angus’s son. He is a Lycan/warlock or witch hybrid. The magic that I sensed was that of a witch or warlock. I would need a sample of his blood to know for sure which side the witch or warlock is from.” Gavin told us. “There will not be a need for that.” Mikal said. “What do you mean?” dad asked.

I said goodbye to them and I went to the front and used the Light force to get their attention. [Life Force- The aura emitted by Holders whose Hold is in the Light Classification.] "Citizens of Floresta Encantada I just wanted to introduce you to my newly adopted son, enter Lucian Adrien Picosa, my third son." I introduced Lucian with a smile and the citizens of Floresta Encantada applauded.

Iza said. “If it’s not too much trouble” he said politely and he even sounded like himself again. “What is it, Arianna?” I whispered to her, but she shook her head unwilling to answer me. “You guys go inside” I said and Iza nodded, and they left us alone. “Arianna, what is it? Lucian is back, you healed him, it worked” I tried again. “No” she then said. “No?” I replied. “The evil is still inside of him!” she said.

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.

A few seconds had barely passed after I agreed when the door opened and a tall, lanky man with shrewd eyes and shaggy hair confidently strolled in, stopping short when he spotted me and the Lycan King. “Damian, wh-what is…?” The man stammered, his eyes bouncing from me to Damian. The Lycan King casually slid up next to me, placing a hand on my waist and grinned. “Lucas, this is Aviana, my Luna!”

He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat. "I have to go," Lucien announces. He closes his grimoire and packs it into his leather satchel. "Can you clear my dishes, please?" "Of course," TJ says. "Thank you, TJ," Lucien presses a kiss to his forehead. "See you tonight," he murmurs and strides out. Oh. My. God. Lucien is Lord Noctis Vale. This is probably what he's been scribbling every night. He's been writing dark vampiric erotica. Really good erotica. How fucking hot is that?

Lucian felt Amara’s heartbeat. Her fear. Her determination. Every emotion crashed into him at once. “Don’t.” His voice echoed through the chamber. Mordrath smiled without looking at him. “Why?” “You said I shouldn’t touch her.” “So tell me…” He slowly lowered one finger toward Amara. “…what will you do to stop me?” Silver and black energy erupted around Lucian. The new power he had forged answered before his mind did. The sphere dissolved into countless streams of light and shadow that wrapped around his body like flowing armor.

The veins on his temple pop up like thick worms as his eyes lock onto the two frauds standing before him. "I have zero respect for your political games, Luciano," Luca says, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble that makes the floorboards shake. "But my claws do not twist the truth or fake a scent just to spite your face. If your old wolf is so confused about why my mind selected young Master Rapha’s map painting, then bring your nose over here and look at it yourself!" Luca steps back, clearing a path near the heavy wooden display frame, and points a long finger directly at my art piece.

Yet here, at the border, the tension was thick enough to taste. Lucio raised a hand, signaling his warriors to hold position. “Walk with me.” We stepped away from the advancing lines, moving toward a more secluded rise overlooking the battlefield. The morning sun cast long shadows at our feet, stretching them into something distorted, almost prophetic. Lucio broke the silence first. “With your warriors reinforcing our front, the Luperci Pack will fall. It’s only a matter of time now.” “Time,” I echoed. “And precision.” He nodded, then turned to face me fully. “Which brings me to the real matter.” His voice lowered. “Once we claim the Sacred Stone… what then, Alpha Julian?”