Lucia Updates Romane & Geschichten

“She knew about me… all along?” Lucia nodded. “She didn’t want to scare you. Or worse, put you in danger. So she watched. And waited.” “Where is she now?” Nathaniel asked again, voice firmer. “She’s in Prague,” Lucia said. “But… she left a message for Grace.” From a drawer, Lucia pulled out a USB drive. Grace took it like it was made of glass. The Message Back at their hotel suite, Grace inserted the drive into her laptop. A video file opened.

“I meant politely, you little glowing gremlin! Not stalk a human like a curious cat discovering light bulbs!” “Well,” Yin straightened, lowering his voice dramatically, “about that... I was investigating the rumors. The ones about the land god’s successor. Just to verify.” “And?” Yin grinned. “Guess what, my lord?” “Tell me right now or I will punch your Adam’s apple through the phone screen.” “Selena Collins,” Yin said, glancing around theatrically like he was revealing royal gossip, “has the mark and it's already activating, centered, humming with spiritual inertia. I saw it myself. The land god prophecy nailed it.”

Bella handed Hope to me and immediately went back to her laptop, fingers flying as she coordinated the defense. “They’re not getting in,” Lucian vowed, voice low and deadly. “Not tonight. Not ever.” I looked up at him, tears slipping down my cheeks. “We just brought a new baby home. Julian’s only hours old. Hope is still so small. And they’re burning our home around us.” Lucian cupped my face, thumbs brushing away my tears. His eyes held that familiar obsessive fire, but something deeper burned beneath it now — the evolved love that had survived flatlines, betrayals, and premature births.

His throat tightened. “And I’ll keep finding you,” he whispered. “Every time.” Silence fell between us, not empty, but full. Heavy. Fragile. For a moment, the world felt steady. Until the door opened. Lucia stepped inside, clipboard in hand, expression unreadable. Her eyes flicked from me to Luca, then back to me. “Aria,” she said gently, “there’s been a development.” My heart stumbled. Luca’s body went rigid beside me. “What kind of development?”

Chapter Four. AINA (Werewolf Realm) May 1st 2026. It wasn't just a headache. It was a full scale invasion of my skull. It was a jagged, pulsing agony that felt like someone was trying to pry my brain apart with a rusted screwdriver. I groaned, attempting to bolt upright, but my cousin whirled into a sickening kaleidoscope of grey and black. I collapsed back onto the furs, a pathetic sound escaping my throat.

He stopped pacing and plopped down next to me. "Well, we need to strategize on covering more areas in hunting the rogues. I thought we were done with them, but these fuckers don't seem to die." Lucian's voice grew taut with frustration, "We can only hope that Luna will show favour by guiding us to find them." I placed my hand on his shoulder, trying to soothe him, as he took short breaths to calm himself. "Alpha, you have a call, it's urgent," Damon suddenly interrupted.

He had barely even reached the elevator when a the message he’s been waiting for finally came through made his heart. ‘ Alpha, there’s a young girl of about 18 with an extremely weird color running in the direction of the Blood lake. She matches the description Beta Raphael had given perfectly' The hunter said making Lucious quickly connect to this particular hunter’s eye sight. Apart from communicating through the mind link, Lucious could also connect to his pack members and be able to see whatever it was they were viewing. He only used this when he there was an emergency and he needed to see things for himself. And right now, the emergency was an extremely huge one.

Damien's body went still, his chest ceasing its labored rise and fall. On seeing this, Luna Morgana's legs froze in place, her eyes, once cold and calculating, now blazed with fury, her face contorted in a snarl of sorrow as her tears fell like acid rain. “My legacy, my darkness, extinguished!” She said as if finding it hard to believe what had happened. And instead of being worried about her dead son, she could only care about legacies and powers. “Otis!” I turned back to meet the stare of Lucius, His eyes looked at me with a sense of pride and I have never felt such a sense of satisfaction than to have somebody look at me this way, especially Roshan.

"I don't want to relive that now, Elijah. I don't want to be reminded of the events of one year ago, where my life changed one hundred and eighty degrees. I don't want that to happen now. Not when I'm on my revenge mission against Harrison. Not when I was trying to become a much stronger person than the old Luciana Edith. The Luciana Edith who cried in fear in the basement, when her entire family was so cruelly slaughtered. Because right now, Luciana Edith is gone, Elijah. She is dead. I am Lucia Hazel Gray now. And I should be as strong as my new identity now. Because I belong to you, don't I? You've given me all the help I've needed since a year ago. A new face, new powers, a new identity,

My hands stayed locked on the wheel. Lucia tilted her head, studying me the way she used to study insects pinned under glass. Her gaze flicked over the oversized coat—clearly not mine, then to the bite marks peeking above the collar, the smeared makeup, the way my thighs pressed together as though I could hide the evidence still leaking out of me. “Rough night?” she asked softly, almost tenderly. Something cold and heavy settled in my stomach. She reached into the pocket of her gown and pulled out her phone. The screen lit her face in pale blue. She turned it toward me just enough for me to see.