Lucia Light Novels & Stories

Cassandra looked at Apollo, he seemed uninterested in their conversation, Lucia followed her gaze, looked at Apollo, and turned back to her. "I wish to be you right now. Getting noticed by the master and being looked after by this hot hunk," "Lucia, the master only wants my body, he wants to sleep with me." "Who cares? I have been dreaming of the day master Eros would have his weapon in me. You are being offered this in a platter of gold, girl." Lucia pulled closer and had a mischievous look on her face. "Tell me, have you guys...?" She demonstrated by folding one of her hands and hitting it with the other hand. "I mean you and..." she gestured towards Apollo with her head.

Lucia, a lady in her sixties who was like a drug dealer respected and listened to by everyone there, held a machete in one hand and the other hand on her hip, as if waiting for Cloe: “ Look who decided to show up” Lucia came crashing down the slope, her overweight, especially in the abdomen area, swaying, her hair so white it was grayish, short and wavy, thick-framed glasses, Cloe felt no fear. Even when she saw people around her becoming apprehensive, since Lucia was nervous and made no effort to shout at someone. According to Tulio, the woman had an extensive record and had killed many, including her point there, had been taken from a thirty year old drug dealer. Gringo called her a "band

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

When he entered the room, his chest tightened at the sight. Lucia was curled on the edge of the bed, knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them like armor. Her lips moved ever so slightly, like she was whispering to herself, but no sound came. Her eyes were glazed, haunted. She didn’t even look up. Adrian crossed the room slowly, the floor beneath his feet silent. The sunlight spilled through the windows, casting a warm glow on her pale skin, but nothing about her expression matched the peace of the room. Her world was somewhere far darker.

Lucia. The heavy wooden door creaked open, and she stepped into my cell like a queen visiting her kingdom. She had changed from the simple Luna dress she had worn during our confrontation into something that screamed power and danger. Black leather that hugged her curves, her blonde hair swept back to reveal the sharp angles of her face. But it was her eyes that made my blood run cold. They glowed with an inner light that was decidedly inhuman. "Good morning, husband," she purred, her voice dripping with mock affection. "I was beginning to worry you would never wake up."

He glanced at her with mild curiosity, clearly not buying the performance but intrigued nonetheless. “You’re already there? Great. Wait for me, I’m almost there,” Lucia cooed before ending the call with a soft hum. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and turned in her seat, glancing at the back row. Luciana was curled up with her knees drawn to her chest, her head resting against the car window. She had drifted off to sleep somewhere between the first argument and the tollgate. Luca, on the other hand, sat beside her, her gaze locked on the blur of the outside world. Her expression was unreadable, calm yet distant, as if her mind were miles away from the noise around her.

The envoy from the Sunlit pack arrived a week later, the envoy consisted of seven men and five women with the Alpha included. The Alpha George was a tall huge chunk of a man with bluish black hair that brought attentions to his fiery eyes. He had an intimidating aura surrounding him that screamed for submission. The Alpha Lucien, his son Damien and a few emissaries were present to welcome them. Though of smaller built than George, Lucien was no less intimidating with his pale white skin, cold blue eyes and well-proportioned muscles.

"I mean for her. Lucia is a social butterfly. She likes attention, and she usually gets it. I’m just warning you that your men might get distracted." Luciano let out a slow breath, his shoulders dropping as he leaned back. He crossed his legs, trying to look relaxed again. "I see. I would like to think my guards can maintain their focus even in the presence of a human woman." "I hope so too," I teased. "But you should know she makes world class cookies. It’s her secret weapon." "Then they are completely lost," Luciano said, his face perfectly deadpan. I burst out laughing. The sound echoed in the quiet room, but the sudden movement sent a sharp, biting pain through my midsection. "Ow! Oh, go

The woman stood near the elevators, unmistakable even years later – composed, sharp-eyed, and quietly formidable. Lucia had once been deeply embedded in Alessandro’s professional past. Elara knew that. They’d never met. “Elara De Luca,” Lucia said, offering a polite smile. “We haven’t been introduced.” “I know who you are,” Elara replied evenly. “I imagine you do,” Lucia said. “I won’t take much of your time.” She glanced around, then leaned slightly closer. “You’re being considered for something international,” Lucia said. Elara’s expression didn’t change, but her attention sharpened.