Manga Like Lucia Novels & Stories

“Seriously, I’m just glad you’re safe — but you owe us details.” Keira suddenly bolts upright. “Wait. Can Professor Lucien actually fight kung fu?” I roll my eyes. “Get off the bed.”

Lucia snarked. I leaned forward in my chair, resting my elbows on my knees. "Lucia, I don't want to be at war with you—" "Do you know what they did to me?!" Lucia shouted, stopping anything else I might have wanted to say. "I don't," I replied. "But if you want to tell me…" "I was a revolving door for El Lobo's men!" Lucia said, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "El Lobo thought he was saving me for something or someone—I don't know—but that's not how it worked out. That's not how it worked out at all!"

Her shoulders stiffened like she expected me to scream or throw something. Instead… I chuckled. Soft at first. Then louder. Lucia blinked like she didn’t understand the joke. “What’s funny?” I tilted my head, studying her carefully. “You like him.” Her eyebrows shot up. “What are you talking about?” “Please,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Don’t play dumb. You like Dante. That’s why you didn’t like me from the first second you saw me.” Lucia folded her arms tightly across her chest. “I respect my Alpha. I care for him. And I don’t want a woman who would kill him in his sleep.”

Both Mana and Mata covered their heads and said, "OK, OK! Maybe we're wrong. Please don't be angry at us! We're just two stupid tuna heads..." Who am I? I thought to myself. In despair, I looked at Lucian. He didn't look as surprised as I had expected. "Lucian, they said I'm a witch..." I said. "Miss Louisa, they are probably just too scared," Lucian said. "When people are scared, they say things that they don't mean because they aren't in their right minds." "But I can talk to animals... I can communicate with them! I mean..." "Miss Louisa, please do understand that I'm trying to concentrate on looking for Gianna and Leo. I can only solve one problem at a time." Lucian said.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

It wasn’t conversation so much as a contract: we’re still here, and that’s enough. Behind them, at the table, Lucia was a small orchestra of soft sounds. A blunt pencil scratched at a piece of scrap paper, circling again and again until the marks became something only she could name. Her lips moved, humming in a half-tune, head tilted. Siena turned slightly. “What are you drawing, amore?” Lucia looked up, face smudged with graphite dust and sunlight. “Mama soup,” she declared with full conviction. Adriano almost smiled; Siena did. “Then it will be the best soup in Milan,” she said, setting a small pot on the stove.

“Then you must become something else. Not a witness. Not a survivor. A strategist.” Lucia stood. “I didn’t come here to play games.” Il Monaco moved a knight. “You’re already playing. You just haven’t learned the rules.” — She returned to the chalet at dawn, shaken but determined. Amaro ran to her. “Are you okay?” Lucia handed him the folder. “We’re not done. Not even close.” Bianca flipped through the pages. “This is bigger than mafia. This is geopolitical.” Lucia looked at them both. “Then we fight smarter. We build alliances. We expose everything.”

And then Lucia showed up. She was not like a wolf or a human; she was something in-between. Something I don’t really know how to describe at the moment. She didn’t fight like us; she didn’t even look like she was trying. Her body twisted, blades slicing, and her steps were too precise. Every spin was perfect, hitting the precise target. I couldn’t look away even though I wanted to.Even Adrian, who never flinched, hesitated like she’d pulled some old ghost out of his chest looking at her sophisticated moves.

Just as another flame lapped at the sides of the chimney, I heard Luciana's door open. She padded down the hallway, heading right for us. I saw the book before I saw her. A fantasy by the looks of it. Reading had always been more her thing than my own. I couldn't concentrate long enough to see a story unfold before my eyes. That's why you had a television. The pictures moved and a story ended after an hour or two. Simple. "Look who finally decided to show face." Jasper mocked from his position, turning slightly to look at our sister. Luciana flipped him a bird and I smiled.

"So you're like a druid? Or a shaman?" "A what?" "You know, like in the movies," Lucia said, waving her hands around. "People who are connected to nature and the elements. Maybe it's elemental magic. Sombra, is that a thing? Fire, earth, air? Like those old cartoons?" The word elements hit me like a physical blow. Suddenly, I wasn't in Lucia’s living room anymore. I felt the phantom sensation of skin blistering under extreme heat. I felt the weight of water filling my throat and the terrifying pressure of dirt being shoveled over my face.