Novel & Cerita Manga Like Lucia

"Don’t say that about them, Annika. We’ll get through this together." "Of course, Ate. How about you in Manila? Have you found a boyfriend yet?" she teased. "Annika, I didn’t come to Manila for that!" I said, laughing. "Come on, Ate, are you waiting for Kuya Marco to visit you there?" "Marco is just a friend, Annika. You’re impossible!" A soft cough came from behind me. When I turned, Lucian was standing there. "Annika, I have to go. Let’s talk again tomorrow. Take care!" I quickly ended the call without waiting for her reply.

Little Aikiz would ask. “You see, honey. I have a very weak body. I get sick easily.” The lady would lie, forcing a smile. “Should I get you a doctor?” “No, honey. I just need company. Stay by my side for a while.” Recalling those old memories made Aikiz realise that the late Luna loved her like a real daughter. Also, the late Lycan was a monster. This room is the proof. “And what the hell am I doing here?” Aikiz murmured.

Lucian kicked the punching bag one last time before moving on to the wooden dummy, practicing the latest moves taught by his Kung Fu master. Alexa had her nose buried in Cynthia Eden’s Night watch series. “How long are you going to read that?” Lucian asked between the hitting and kicking, his breath heaved with the movement. “Quiet, Lucian! This has so many interesting shifters. This story is about a Tiger shifter and there are werewolves, vampires, witches and what not’s,” Alexa mumbled without taking her gaze off the book.

Turned against us. I saw my old mentor in the fray, her throat slit and her eyes glowing blue. I saw a boy I’d kissed once beneath the festival stars, now tearing open a mage with clawed hands. And in the center of it all—Lucian. He moved like fury made flesh, cloak billowing, blades dripping with otherworldly ichor. His magic was different now. Darker. Wilder. Every time he struck, the ground cracked beneath his feet. Lightning stitched across the sky as he roared commands.

A Thousand years after Derek received the prophecy that Lucia was the one to kill him, finally Lucia was born. Lucia was already 22 years and was already a graduate but had no male or other female friends except from Daniella. She grew up in a peaceful, loving family, and she has grown up to be a good girl aside from fighting those who wants to harm her. Some even compared her to an untainted snow, well and pure, but some mocked her, calling her little Monster.

"You don't get it, do you? I'm here to kill you. Did you think you would live with it?" Her eyes stared dagger. That was when Linda came to the rescue. With four movements of her feet, she stood in front of Linda and said, "We don't want trouble. Go!" She scoffed and bit her lip, "What? I'm here to joke. Fvcking die!" She lost mental control and opened fire on Linda causing Lucia to scream and cover her head with her hands Lucia was a lover of fantasy books, fairytales and literally anything that had to do with fiction in the finest picture but deep down, she doesn't believe those things existed.

Zane bluntly said. "How did you know that my huge explosion will work? I've never seen such a big Ver De Terre so I was surprised," Lucia asked once again. "You question me too much. But I know an anime where a character only knows how to use explosions," Zane explained and walks back to the carriage to check on the guards and Roùx. Clarisse sheaths her sword and asks Lucia, "what's an anime?" Lucia shrugs and replies, "I don't know as well. Maybe that's what they call mages in his world."

"And you still look adorable." Lucia smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "You too," she said, reaching out to touch my hand. In that moment, I felt a rush of emotions that I had kept buried deep inside. Lucia was a direct descendant of the late mother witch Helga, who had terrorized the Atlantic and werewolves with her dark magic and powers. But to me, she was just Lucia, the woman I had loved all my life. We talked for a while, catching up on old times and reminiscing about the past. It was easy to forget about the danger lurking outside, to get lost in the warmth of each other's company.

He waved his hand at Lucian in a provocative manner. After being provoked by Yang Xiao, Lucian slowly took out a Death Sickle from his back. Lucia’s weapon was actually a scythe, just like the Grim Reaper. “Kid, the position of the Dragon Lord doesn’t belong to you at all. What makes you think you’re fit to rule it? Go to hell!” Lucian stared at Yang Xiao with increasingly ferocious eyes. His eyes were cold, and his feet suddenly shot out. He held the Death Sickle and launched an attack rapidly.

"I'm unlucky?" Lucia curled her lips in disdain: "Do you think I'm one of those ignorant little girls who believe in horoscopes?" The bodyguards behind Lucia also laughed when they heard this. "Mr. Martel, Lucia never believes in these superstitious sayings. "What's more, with Lucia's skills, it's no problem for her to fight ten people. Last time we went to the bar, a blind man came to chat up with her. Lucia refused and kept pestering him, but she slapped him away."