Ashen Luca Novels & Stories

“Carlos’s little shadow wants answers. And guess what? So do I. Because that girl… she’s going to bring fire to both our worlds. And I can’t wait to watch it burn.” Then, without another word, Erin vanished back into the trees, his laughter echoing faintly in the darkness. Luca sat alone again, but the silence was broken. The thoughts… louder than ever. He looked at the moon one last time, a growl barely forming in his throat. “Who are you, Ashara?” And more dangerously— “What are you doing to me?”

she snapped, the sound of clinking glass audible in the background. Luca chuckled, his voice low and cunning. “Oh, it's definitely good,” he replied, relishing the news with happiness burning within. “Just found out Asher and Lena. Their marriage? It's all fake. A complete front!” He paused for dramatic effect, imagining her expression.

-Luca) (Are you saying that he might be up to something.-Me) (I am not sure, but it does concern me.-Luca) (I am not sensing any evil intent, nor are the shadows telling me not to trust him.-Me) Luca’s hold on me loosens as the others take their seats. I pat Luca's hand to reassure him that everything will be fine. I can feel the shadows moving around the room. They seem to be excited that Asher is here. I am still not sure what to make of him. He looks so much like my grandmother and, by extension me. I can see his aura or what I think is his aura. It might be the light that he can control.

At Lucian's The giant Marcus was standing in front of Lucien, looking at him in great astonishment, until a short moment passed, as they looked at each other. Suddenly, without warning, Marcus raised his hand, which had a huge golden axe, and said with pride and hatred: “It has always been my desire to kill the king of the werewolves. It is a great honor for me to kill you myself, and to obtain this great honor is not an easy matter.”

His father did nothing but watch the unsuspecting Luca turn his back to a devious king who had already lost everything. “Behind you!” Arlen’s eyes shot open. Luca was not fast enough. The moment he turned, a sword drove into his chest. Staring back at him was Theoden, holding the cursed weapon, Ashmere. Blood spilled down the corner of Luca’s mouth, yet his face was like the calm after a storm. All the while Caesar remained where he was, unphased when Theoden yanked out the blade. “Luca!” Arlen screamed as his mate’s knees hit the ground.

Lila’s POV I stumbled out of the cab and the cold air hit my face hard enough to make the world tilt. My phone kept buzzing in my bag but I ignored it and leaned against a brick wall to catch my breath. Snow fell soft and quiet around me and the streetlights blurred into halos. I knew what waited if I looked online. My name was everywhere. My face next to Zane’s with headlines screaming mistress and homewrecker and gold-digger. Tomorrow would be hell but tonight I just needed to forget.

he murmured, voice rough as gravel. Luca’s grin turned sharp, predatory. He leaned in, let his breath ghost over the shell of Ash’s ear, felt the way the other man shivered. “Who said I wanted to fix you?” Ash’s laugh was a broken thing, but his body leaned into Luca, not away. “You always want to fix things.” His fingers twitched against his glass, knuckles white. “Pathetic, really.”

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Leah's mom asked looking totally shocked. "Yes " Leah answered. "If you hadn't told me I would have thought he was one of your suitors , given how nice he was to you , me and even your daughter Luis " Her mom said. Leah blushed in embarrassment. "He is not my suitor mom " Leah said and glanced at Luis, who was curled up asleep in a chair. SWITZERLAND – STILL IN THE MORNING ❄️ The sleek black car purred softly as Damon guided it down the winding mountain road, snow dusted pines rising tall on either side. Inside, warmth wrapped around Ivy like a cocoon, though she suspected part of that heat had nothing to do with the car’s heater.

"And he'll go mad with grief, leading his remaining warriors straight into a slaughter. Such a perfect plan." The roar of engines and the howls of wolves echoed from the distance. "Hear that?" Marcus said smugly. "Your Alpha is coming back to avenge his love. He and Chloe should be—" He was cut off. A howl tore through the forest—not a howl of grief, but a roar of pure, unadulterated war. It was followed by the sounds of engines, gunfire, and battle cries, coming from all directions. Marcus's face went white. "That's impossible... He should be at the safe house—"