The Arcana Lucio Novels & Stories

It depends honestly. Everything about him screamed “gentle soul” or “possible sword-wielding oracle.” He wore the company intern lanyard like a joke, because he was not, in any universe, a regular intern. Yin tilted his head slightly, his smile curling like he’d just read a plot twist before the rest of the audience. “Hmm… so the wind god was right,” he said quietly, mostly to himself. His eyes flicked to Selena, specifically to the faint glowing yellow sigil blooming on her chest.

"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.

“Yes.” “So why the hell is Lucino going on alone? What is the actual plan when he gets in? To just shoot everyone he sees? With what? A silver bullet or a bullet laced with wolfsbane? Something that could hurt him too? What the fuck is that?” Aurora asked and Jace chuckled. “Lucino would not like it when he hears what you say about his plan. He thinks it is a great plan,” he said and Aurora scoffed. “I think it is a dumb plan,” she replied and he chuckled.

Please don’t let him look down now, that would be so embarrassing. Lucian arched a questioning brow when Celeste remained quiet, her lip caught between her teeth. In the past that would have stirred something in him but now? Now all he could think about was how those very lips had betrayed him before the elder gods when he needed her the most. He deeply wished to punish her, if only to relieve the ache he felt just watching her act like everything was all normal between them. Like she hadn’t basically thrown him to the wolves, like her best friend hadn’t just suffered a gruesome death by his hands.

Lucio just arrived and saw the two leaving. He was out of the mansion and was taking his stroll at the backyard when he heard the news that Leon's made an uproar inside the mansion. "Forget our agreement, we will never accept you as business partner." Mr. Gu said while getting out of the living room. "W-what do you mean? Was there something wrong? What did my niece do this time?" Lucio panicked. He can't lost this big fish that will soon help him to recover his business that soon to be bankrupted. He needs them, that's why he came here and tried to pressure his brother's son. But everything will be wasted just like that?!

Moonlight streamed through the shattered roof, painting silver pools across the floor. A figure stepped out of the shadows. Lucio. A former lieutenant of Marino’s who had flipped sides years ago. His face was lined, his eyes darting around nervously. “You came alone?” I asked coldly. He nodded. “I know what he’s planning. But it’s worse than you think.” Alex moved beside me, a silent wall of menace and authority. “Talk.” Lucio licked his lips. “He’s not just building an army. He’s targeting the families. Your alliances. He wants to isolate you. Break you down piece by piece.”

Alora's Pov Lucien’s hand is a dead weight on my waist as he grips me. The second he spots a high-ranking senator across the room, he disposes me. "Marcel," Lucien says, his voice smooth as the scotch he's been sipping. "Keep my fiancée entertained for a moment, will you? I’d hate for her to look bored in a room full of people who adore her." Without waiting for an answer, he takes my hand and drops it into Marcel’s. A casual move that feels like being traded between two different lifetimes. Lucien strolls away, radiating the kind of ego that only comes from owning everything you see.

Instead, I poured whiskey and let it burn down my throat, hoping it would cauterize the ache that victory left behind. Lucio finds me at dawn. He steps onto the balcony without a word, his sharp eyes sweeping over me, then the untouched glass in my hand. He has always known when to speak and when to stay silent. This morning, he chooses truth. “You killed him. But you don’t look like a man who won.” I don’t turn to him. “I didn’t kill him for me.” “No,” he says evenly. “You killed him for her. Which is why it should matter how she sees you now.”

My dark princess was sitting on my lap as fucking Gavin just dropped a fucking bomb on all of us. “Bryce is not Angus’s son. He is a Lycan/warlock or witch hybrid. The magic that I sensed was that of a witch or warlock. I would need a sample of his blood to know for sure which side the witch or warlock is from.” Gavin told us. “There will not be a need for that.” Mikal said. “What do you mean?” dad asked.