The Arcana Lucio Novels & Stories

Lucia muttered under her breath, her voice shaking with emotion. "He has all the money and fame, and he uses it to manipulate people, to turn them to his side. Meanwhile, people like me are left to suffer alone. He tried to bribe me with that money, but he sure has his way of sweet-talking out of trouble." Lucia’s voice cracked as she spoke, her anger mingling with the sadness she carried within her. The injustice of it all seemed unbearable as she thought about her poor background, the struggles she had faced, and how little had changed despite her efforts.

Iza said. “If it’s not too much trouble” he said politely and he even sounded like himself again. “What is it, Arianna?” I whispered to her, but she shook her head unwilling to answer me. “You guys go inside” I said and Iza nodded, and they left us alone. “Arianna, what is it? Lucian is back, you healed him, it worked” I tried again. “No” she then said. “No?” I replied. “The evil is still inside of him!” she said.

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."

She might just cut him out of her life if he didn’t explain things while they were still fresh in her head. A slip of paper sticking out from under Arabella’s jewelry box. Lucas pulled it out to see what it was and there was only one word printed on the bill of sale that caught Lucian’s eye. Santurary. What the hell was ‘Santurary’? He read the rest of the bill and was slightly confused. What did Arabella need with such a big amount of supplies. There was enough there to build two houses. Lucian turned to leave Arabella’s room when a ripple suddenly formed in the shoddy corner. He stood stock still as he waited in anticipation for Arabella to appear. It was not Arabella. Selene stepped grace

"He’s not going to give you that key, Athena! The moment he logs his anchor token into your device, you’ll have full visibility of what his father did to your family in 2019. He’s using you to keep me away from the files, but he’s never going to let you see the actual ledger!" The doubt crept into my chest for a split second, cold and sharp. Was Arthur right? Was this engagement, this entire rescue mission in the stairwell and the garage, just a high-stakes play for Lucien to secure his father’s dark legacy before anyone else could touch it? If I unlocked that archive, I was walking into the truth blind. But then Lucien reached out with his left hand. Without breaking eye contact with Arthur

His voice was low and calm as if he wasn't just yelling now. “Then what happened? Tall to me Lucian.” He takes a glance at me then looks back to the cup he plays with in his hands. “My name is Lucian D’Arcanis. Once a prince and heir to Vampire village till the disaster happened.” He pauses, his mouth slightly open as his next word seems to be stuck in his tongue. “Take a deep breath Lucian. Everything is fine.” Adhering to my words, he does as I say. He started speaking again.

"If father said that then it can happen. But I am not sure for how much time. Because the Lucifer I know... loves to destroy things. Even if that human girl is unlucky enough and falls for him then also... he will make sure to hurt her so bad that she will fall out of her love. Trust me mother... I know him. He loves to break his favourite things... just to see if he can survive without them or not and he always does...." Arcangelo's POV I have played my game for today. I didn't give her much time that she can think of a way out. She is smart I have to give it to her but too naive. She trusts so easily. When she is in problem she uses her brain but doesn't use it when she trusts. How can she

That flicker of something pained behind the smirk. “And since I already paid your cheap hospital bills—and as I can see you’re annoyingly fine,” he added with a half-hearted scoff, “stand up. We’re leaving.” Selena blinked. “To where?” Theo turned his head slightly, forcing a crooked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “To your shrine, silly.” Before she could ask what shrine he was even talking about, the room's fluorescent lights flickered—then dimmed to a hush. And then—it appeared.

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

Damn, I haven’t heard of that name in my entire life and with that pleased look on his face, I can’t trust him one bit. “Who is Amara Ego?” I asked. I noticed an unpleasant glare on Luciano’s face as he shrugged and walked to the window and closed it. He began to dress the bed before looking up at my face and grinning. “It’s Amira Ugo,” he said “But if you love Amara, I can make that for you”. Pointing at the other card, he bit his lower lip as I watch him anticipate what my expression would be like. I didn’t want to act pissed but I did, glaring at him as if I would kill him.