The Arcana Lucio Novels & Stories

He yelled out to his Beta through the mind link not even thinking of the fact the poor man would probably be asleep by now. “ Get me Dayna right now!!” He growled immediately he heard his beta’s voice from the other end. Holding his mate firmly in his hands, Lucious’ eyes turned pitch black and with just the blink of an eye, he completely disappeared.

“Well, if you start glowing or shifting into a three-headed beast, do let me know. I want a front-row seat.” Back by the center of the room, Lucian nursed a dark glass of crimson wine. He felt it before he saw it—a familiar presence brushing against his senses. “Lucian D’Arcy” came a honeyed voice. Lucian turned slowly, eyes narrowing as a tall fae approached, shimmering in layers of gossamer robes. The fae smiled broadly, golden hair cascading down his shoulders like silk. “Alaric,” Lucian said with a nod.

“Then you know what happens when the Muse turns her pen toward revenge.” He faltered. Elian handed over the encrypted device found on Luca. “Burner with triple-layer keys. I’m having Matteo start the decryption.” Seraphina stood and turned away. “Get him out of my sight.” Lucio sat on the window seat of the study later that night, arms wrapped around his knees. He looked up as Lucien entered. “Papa.” Lucien crossed the room and sat beside him. “Did they hurt you?” Lucio shook his head.

“The carving depicts a figure scholars believe may have been the True Luna surrounded by the four command wolves of a Sacred Pack. This book predates that carving by several centuries.” The names and faces came too quickly. Grant beneath the lanterns. Julien offering me his hand. Brax carrying pizza through a laundry window. Linc noticing everything I tried to hide. Four command wolves. I pushed the thoughts away before they could form anything solid. “What does any of that have to do with me?” Professor Mansfield studied me for several seconds. “That is what we need to determine.” She opened the cabinet, returned the book to its place, and locked it away. “Until then, do not remove the neck

When she finished, Jairo handed her a pair of shades. “You’re not wearing this, but it stays with you,” he said as he placed it on her head from behind. Luci stared at her reflection. She looked like a completely different version of herself. Strong. Fierce. Unapologetic. But inside, she felt unsure. Jairo noticed her hesitation. He lifted her chin gently and shaped her lips into a smile with his fingers. She met his eyes, two vivid green pairs locked on each other. “What is your name?” “Luciana Vitale, daughter of Jayden Vitale and Isabelle Moretti.”

It was obvious that his desire was at its peak, and there was a hint of anger mixed in with those emotions. Indeed, as Selena suspected, Lucio's suppressed anger finally reached its peak today. From the moment she started to flee, from when he entrusted the task to Hector and relentlessly chased after her, from when he saw her in danger, to today, witnessing her bold act of bathing in the wilderness at the shallow pool, Lucio's anger burned like the firewood used to grill fish at night, almost burning itself out.

"It was the perfect hiding place, Lucien. You thought you were keeping her safe from your mother, while I was using your money to monitor the restoration of her neural pathways. We just needed her to remember the decryption key before we eliminated you." "The key is useless," Lucien rasped, taking a bloody step into the room. "I changed the encryption protocols thirty minutes ago from the medical bay. The offshore accounts are locked. If my heart stops, the entire Vane-Ardent fortune is distributed to every major charity in Europe. You get nothing." Casper’s eyes narrowed into slits. For the first time, the machine showed a glitch. "You’re bluffing. You wouldn't destroy your father's legacy.

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!”

“That’s an odd accusation for a stranger to make.” “Then it’s fortunate I’m not accusing a stranger.” The words hung between us, and for a moment his easy composure cracked all the way open, something raw and uncertain surfacing underneath it. “Say that again,” he said quietly. “Lucian.” The voice cut through the corridor like a blade, and both of us turned to find Alaric standing at the far end, gold blazing bright in his eyes. “Alpha Alaric.” Lucian recovered fast, though the crack in his composure didn’t fully close this time. “Your Luna and I were discussing philosophy.”

“It is for Alpha Arturo, I…” “Get one of the wine bottles, Alana, and fill this with water.” He said, looking at the woman over his shoulder again before he turned his attention to me. The maid left us alone before the man extended his hand to me, making me frown in confusion. “I am Lorenzo, Alpha Arturo’s second beta, I don’t think that I have introduced myself to you.” “I beg your pardon?” I asked, voicing out my confusion. The man was just giving me a warning and now he was introducing himself to me? That was not something that I understood.