The Arcana Lucio Novelas e Histórias

“How could you, Lucia? How could you do this to our pack?” Everyone saw how Lucia was mortified. Her mouth hung open and her nose flared in shock. Eventually, she found her words, and she countered, “Geneva! This was your plan! You wanted to be Luna, so you colluded with Morfran to take Lana, her son, and her family!” Lucia turned to Alric and added, “I went to the Hidden Mist Valley with her! She urged me to create an elixir that would hide their scent, simulating the scent of our kind, here at the Port of Valmore!”

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.

bruh! Vasilio fell when a furry creature punched his jaw and took over Arlcia who was still bleeding thick and colorful. He snorted when he knew it was Zeno's damn Lycan form, when he turned around he could also see the charismatic Morgan with blue hair coming panting, his face contorted in worry.

In the center of the room, hovering above the pedestal, the Crimson Heart pulsed with an otherworldly light, its surface shimmering like a thousand shattered stars. Aria felt a surge of power within her, a tingling sensation that spread through her limbs, threatening to overwhelm her. Visions, fragments of past lives, flooded her mind - a whirlwind of images: herself as a warrior, a priestess, a queen, each life intertwined with Lucian's, each ending in tragedy. Lucian, sensing her distress, stepped closer, his eyes filled with concern. "Aria, focus on me. focus aria ." His voice was a lifeline, grounding her in the present. She clung to him, feeling the strength of their bond, the warmth of

Yeah, them, because my former assistant was standing beside the traitor Luca, and her hand went protectively to the small belly rounding under her white dress. Like I was the villain about to rip her baby out with my claws. Luca’s intense eyes drilled into me, full of silent questions, then shifted to Lorenzo. I knew he never imagined a man this powerful would pick up what he threw away with contempt. The moment could’ve been almost glorious... if it hadn’t caught me off guard. “She’s my partner, Victoria Greco.” Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act.

Dante obeyed without question. “Sorry pussies but I lied. Neither of you deserves to live” Luciano turned, his bloodlust rising. This wasn’t just about betrayal or the shipment. Sure those things were infuriating but something darker pulsed in him. A fire he hadn’t been able to control lately. Araceli had been the spark. Ever since she entered his home, something in him had twisted. Bent. Cracked. His need for her and his failure to control it had left him a ravenous beast hungry for any sort of release. He needed an outlet and the two dangling men would have to do...for now.

What oth-- Then he remembered. His mouth formed a small ‘o’ and he smiled. The sight confused Adriel for a moment. “Ahh yes, the others”. Lucifer said with an unamused face. He turned his attention to the tree again, leaving Adriel hanging. The female subordinate stood in confusion as Lucifer’s attention was withdrawn from her. At least he wasn’t staring at the other female. “Adriel?” Lucifer called suddenly. “Master?” “Why do you think we did not see this tree before now?

To have separate lives away from each other. "What does your friend looks like?" Lancelot asked. "Lucia is fifteen years old lady, bit shorter than me. Long straight black hair and has porcelain skin. She has big brown eyes, and she is very beautiful," I said. "Wait. What are those things?" Lancelot asked while pointing at the man-structured smokes hopping from one corner to another, searching. "That was done by my friend Lucia. She is a white snake summoner that is why she can produce men of white snake. She told them to go and search for his cousin. Remember Orion? The one I told you who just disappeared when there was a mist and a humming voice."

“It’s my way of saying I think you’re dangerous. And I like dangerous things.” The silence thickened between them. She didn’t blink. “Careful,” she said softly. “You might find yourself in over your head.” Lucio took a final drag, exhaled smoke into the cold night air, and stubbed the cigarette out on the balcony rail. “Maybe,” he said. “But drowning never scared me.” Then, just as suddenly as he’d come, he stepped back toward the door. “I’m heading down to the cellar. Better wine down there. If you ever want a real drink…” He let the sentence trail off like a thread, unfinished.

it was Lucio who called out to me. Lucio is my childhood friend, we had been friends and we would stay friends all our life. Lucio was a tall, light-skinned, tough looking man. Who had several battle scars on his face. He was also my beta. “What is it, Lucio? You'd better not irritate me this morning. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I have a splitting headache, gosh.” I said grinning hard. I placed my right hand on my head gently to calm it down.