Lucio The Arcana Novels & Stories

“My birthmark is hidden with magic, but once it’s revealed, I can claim my place.” He blinked, stunned. “You? The Blood Moon heir?” “Yes. And there’s more. I suspect Luna Sabrina and Ariana are plotting with the rogues. I saw them, I’ve heard their whispers. They want to bring down Silver Moon and Blood Moon. And I can’t sit back and watch. I already stopped Ariana once, she tried using a love potion on Elliot. But she won’t stop. She’ll keep trying.” "Wow, this is a lot." Xavier leaned back, silent, absorbing it all. Then he nodded. “But Liora, if your mission is to stop the rogues, then let me help you. You need someone on your side, let me be that person."

Though her system had fully recovered from the silver-tipped toxin, the quiet exhaustion of a new mother still lingered in the faint, pale lines beneath her eyes. The heavy oak door of the sanctuary clicked open on silent hinges, and the familiar, grounding fragrance of winter mint and fresh rain drifted into the room. Luna Lucia stepped inside, her presence immediately filling the warm space with a calm, unyielding clarity. She wore simple, structured silver robes that flowed smoothly as she walked, her deep sapphire blue eyes carrying a lifetime of hard-won wisdom. In her arms, she held a heavy cedar wood box wrapped in an old silk sash—a relic from the original pack house archives that fe

“She didn’t just want power. She wanted to erase what you are, Arielle.” “What I am,” I breathed, “is the one they failed to burn.” A long silence followed. Then Fenton stepped forward, pressing something into Lucian’s hands. A parchment. Fragile with age. “Found this hidden in the royal library,” he said. “Tucked in the binding of your father’s war journal.” Lucian’s hands trembled slightly as he opened it. His eyes scanned the faded text—then froze. “What is it?” I asked. His voice was hollow when he answered. “It’s a map. Of the palace. But this chamber—” He pointed to a carved circle. “It wasn’t part of the main records. It’s a sanctum. Under the throne.”

Lucian growled quietly, prepared to strike at anything that approached her. “Reveal yourself!” Aria commanded, her voice shaking yet firm. The torches in the temple ignited—blazing red. Energy surged throughout the space, racing toward the center of the temple where the fractured altar stood. Aria stepped closer, urged by an inexplicable force. Lucian stayed beside her, never releasing her hand. The shadows gathered above the altar, intertwining until they coalesced into the form of a figure—tall, cloaked, with eyes glowing that same haunting violet she’d seen in her vision.

"She came alone. For now" Inside, Damien approached the altar. Lucia stood at its steps, cloaked in black, a shadow-made flesh. The drive sat in a silver case on the altar beside her, taunting. "You came," she said, voice smooth. "How poetic". "You have thirty seconds to explain what the hell you want”, Lucia tilted her head. "Immunity, and Answers”, "Immunity for what?" She smiled faintly. "For who I am”, Damien stepped forward. "You’re a blackmailer. A traitor. A liar”,

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

Lucas sniffed the arrow and frowned. 'Why does the arrow smells like Chloroform?' he wondered. He touched the tip which grazed the princess and is coated with her blood. He sniffed the tip with a frown. He immediately understood what is happening here. His eyes became black with suppressed anger. "Take this back. Tell your Lord that I am asking for an audience with him" Lucas sent a message to Lucifer. Not long after, Lucifer came with his guards in tow. Lucas looked at the other people in the room sceptically.

Angela’s POV “Have you meet Lucifer’s parents already?” asked Lucy from me. We are here at the cafeteria, Lucifer is absent today because he has so may pile of works waiting for him at his office. He’s a real workaholic, that means I need to work hard too, I’m actually planning to apply as a saleslady in a boutique since that’s somehow related with the course that I would like to take in the future. I will probably have two jobs, and for sure Lucifer will get mad at me if he ever knows, that’s why I won’t let him know.

“Mercy what will take for you to give alpha Damien a chance” I knew the only reason my best friend Lucia wanted to visit was to ask me this very same question. She has been asking this since I did not find my mate when I turned 18 and that was 10 months ago. Oh the alpha his talking about is our alpha, Damien alpha of Crescent Moon Pack, he just took over the role from his father who wanted to retire early and travel the world with his mate and our former Luna Christine. Alpha Damien is a few years older than me; he too has not found his mate and according to him he does not want to find her because he wants me to be his chosen mate. “Oh, my Lucia, how many times must I tell you that that am

“No work excuses, since it’s a Friday night.” I hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. Tonight.” His grin widened. “Seven?” “Seven.” As he walked away, I realized I was smiling. And that was exactly when the temperature dropped. I didn’t even need to look to know. Lucio stood across the room, tablet tucked under his arm, eyes locked on me and Evan’s retreating back. His jaw was clenched, his posture rigid, like he was holding something in. Our eyes met. Something dark flickered through his gaze before his expression shut down completely.