Ashen Luca Novels & Stories

Moonlight ~ Ali Gratie Shane was the devils incarnate, and it wasn’t the muscles, the fat cock, or the broad shoulders that did it for me. Although those things were very much appreciated. It was the luscious black locks, obsidian eyes, and lips wet from my kiss. Only moments before had I been trying not to cry out in pain as I sneaked between his thighs, but my body forgot that little tidbit as soon as it knew he wanted me again.

Ben got straight to business. "Yes," Asher replied carefully, his business-like tone slipping onto his vocal cords, "I know you and your brother, my father's Beta were the best hunters in the pack. As I am sure you've heard, the Luna was recently killed here, and when I chased the suspect, it was a vampire. Have you heard or seen anything out of the ordinary while out in the woods?" The elderly wolf lifted his chin to a parallel position with the floor. He pursed his lips slightly at the word vampire, then he sighed.

“I don’t know what I did to Luke, he’s been so rude and mean to me. He’s supposed to protect me, he always has, he always told me he would and now he’s acting just like Maddon. I didn’t do anything to either of them and yet I’m the one they both just hate, they both say mean and ugly things to me, I wish I would just not wake up then I wouldn’t have to hear all the nasty things they say.” I shut the book, close my eyes tightly stopping the burn from behind them I snap them open and stare up at the night sky, “I’m so sorry Ashley, I’m glad you woke up every day, I need to make this up to you.” I look at the book and put it back in my backpack, put it over my shoulder and walk back to the c

I take the seat and hit the answer button. Luca's face pops up on the screen, bloodshot eyes decorated with dark circles, scattered hair, and a pale face. He is sitting in his study; he pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie and stretches his hands to his coffee mug. "Hey, did you receive my text?" Hmm... I scratched my ears, I did. "But I don't understand it."

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

I immediately let go of the towel, exposing my body as my hand traveled to my neck to hitch off the strong fingers that were wrapped around my neck. “Asher!" I gagged, opening my eyes to look at his devilish face. His green eyes shone with calculating intent. “Asher?” He whispered, his voice heavy with possessiveness as a stubble of laughter escaped his esophagus. “What are you- doing?” I choked, my voice coming out as a whisper. “Do I look like Asher Amber to you?" His teeth grinded as his grip tightened, not giving me space to speak. “I'm Luca. Luca DeLuca." His American accent twitched to Italian.

Their uncle, Asher, wasn’t in the mansion. Luca heard he had some serious business to sort out in Vinci and should be back in a day or two. It was all bullshit, of course. Luca knew Alastor must have sent him off—if only to get him far enough away from the human to execute his plans. Said plans were still unknown to them all.

Asher hissed in his face. “Luca, I thought Kir said you were smart. So far, I haven’t seen any evidence of that.” Asher said while shaking his head. “Mrnmmfjdj” Luca attempted to respond. Asher removed his hand slowly so that Luca could speak. “Well, I couldn’t think of any other way to get you to listen to me.” Luca retorted.

Her eyes those haunting, too-old eyes, were watching Liora as if she was still being written, still being judged, Liora hadn’t expected the past to wear such a small face. She crouched in front of Ashen, not out of fear, but out of instinct. The air shimmered around the girl, warping reality in subtle flickers, rocks shifted slightly, as if caught between what they were and what they might become. Liora could feel it in her spine: Ashen didn’t belong to this world. Not fully. Not yet. “You remember me,” Ashen said softly. Liora nodded. “I do.” “You buried me.”