Romans & histoires Lucia Webnovel

Suddenly, a woman ran up to her, momentarily stopping her and causing her to be confused. However, in a matter of seconds, recognition dawned upon Luciana's face, as she realized that this woman was not a stranger. Though unable to recall the woman's name or exact identity, Luciana remembered encountering her when she was helping doc treat the wounded on the day of the attack. Her husband had been one of the victims. "Good morning, Luna," the woman greeted with warmth in her voice, acknowledging Lucia's new title within the pack. Despite the time that had passed, Lucia still found it somewhat unfamiliar to be referred to as Luna, a testament to the rapid changes in her life.

I was so brave earlier when I came down, but after seeing Blade and his outburst and hearing how Alpha Stone was with Lucy, I wanted to give up already. “Oh, Goddess, what happened?” “I don’t want to be here anymore.” Lucy didn’t answer, but she appeared in front of me. Lucy, or Lucija Valerie Foster Robinson, is the Luna of the Mystic Pack. She was also a half-demon, a princess of the underworld, and had the capacity to transport herself from one place to another. It was the reason I called her. I knew she could take me away from here without Blade knowing. “What happened?” She sat beside me on the couch and grabbed the phone to place it back on its receiver.

"And you still look adorable." Lucia smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "You too," she said, reaching out to touch my hand. In that moment, I felt a rush of emotions that I had kept buried deep inside. Lucia was a direct descendant of the late mother witch Helga, who had terrorized the Atlantic and werewolves with her dark magic and powers. But to me, she was just Lucia, the woman I had loved all my life. We talked for a while, catching up on old times and reminiscing about the past. It was easy to forget about the danger lurking outside, to get lost in the warmth of each other's company.

Lucia snarked. I leaned forward in my chair, resting my elbows on my knees. "Lucia, I don't want to be at war with you—" "Do you know what they did to me?!" Lucia shouted, stopping anything else I might have wanted to say. "I don't," I replied. "But if you want to tell me…" "I was a revolving door for El Lobo's men!" Lucia said, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "El Lobo thought he was saving me for something or someone—I don't know—but that's not how it worked out. That's not how it worked out at all!"

Lucia made her way towards me and before I could guess anything, she threw a powdered stuff on my body. " Lucia! What the hell..." She smirked, putting her slender finger on her pale lips. " Shhhh...I just want to make the torture more fun, darling." And with that she turned around. As soon as she left, the silver chains burned against my skin like liquid fire, searing deep into my flesh with each labored breath. Lucia had come to mock me. To tell me about Elise fate. She wanted to break me so she could control me. " Lucia, you had better pray you are dead before I come back. Or you will wish you had died instead," I whimpered, my body suddenly growing restless.

I prayed that the moon goddess would find me worthy of another life and I swear, I'll make them pay! All of them! My body slowly gave in to the strength of the rope and gradually, darkness erupted me and I gave up the ghost. **** The next day, Lucia had stepped out of the house to do her morning ritual as usual when she found a roughly tossed envelope on the floor. She anxiously opened it, it was Lyla's pregnancy test results. "Lyla was pregnant?" She screamed, using her right hand, she covered her mouth. The feeling of guilt washed over her for a moment but she shook it off.

“Nooo!!!” Lucia screamed and trembled vigorously the moment Lex fell over, almost driven to the point of lunacy. In her mind, everything had happened too quickly. One moment ago, she was yelling about how she wanted two people killed, and the next, she became one of the two who were to be killed. Filled with an immense amount of regret, Lucia broke down as Adrain walked toward her. He squatted in front of her and looked at her trembling figure as he asked, “Do you have a child?”

she stammered, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks, "you're welcome, Lucian. I’m glad I could help.” I offered her a genuine smile, appreciating her kind demeanor in this unfamiliar world. "I appreciate it, nonetheless. Your knowledge has been invaluable to me." As I spoke, I noticed that some of the scattered books and scrolls around her seemed to be related to Lycan history and curses. It gave me the idea that perhaps Lucy held more knowledge than she realized. Her gaze followed mine and her curiosity seemed to overcome her initial fear. "Lucian," she began cautiously, her voice tinged with curiosity, "I've read many stories about you, about the Cursed Lycan King, the Lord of Chaos. Are

"Open your heart and let the love within guide you." Luna extended her trembling hand, its warmth contrasting with the cool surface of the altar. As her fingertips made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her, intertwining with her love for Jaxon. The chamber filled with a radiant light, casting away the encroaching darkness. Luna's body shimmered, ethereal wisps dancing around her, as her sacrifice took form. With each passing moment, Luna felt a profound sense of loss, an ache in her soul. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, as she whispered a silent farewell to the part of her she was about to release.

Somebody, just kill me now, at least I'd die knowing the love of my life knew I existed. “We didn't bump heads that hard for you to go all mute on me, did we?” I vaguely heard him say with a chuckle. I snapped out of my senses and laughed with him, my voice so high and flirty, I barely believed it was mine. “Yeah, yeah. I'm Lucia. You must be Dylan Thomas. Oh wait, why did I say it like that? You're so famous, I'm sure the rats here at Serenity High even know who you are.”