Hetalia Ludwig Novels & Stories

He curled his arm around Penny’s shoulders and let the kids familiarize themselves with Tova. “Man, you’ve returned after a year. We need to celebrate this occasion,” Ludwig said with glee. “And I would name the celebration as ‘My beta returns’!” His laughter boomed in the hall. “We are going to drink till dawn!” The children were so fascinated by Tova that after staring at him for a few moments, they had started pulling his hair and ears. When they giggled, he saw their cute little fangs and he was overwhelmed with joy.

He laughs with all his teeth. He grabs my helmet by the strap and hits it against his head. “Proud of you, son! Proud of you!” Amidst the celebration, I look up to see Luther. He is still pressed against the glass, looking like he has just watched a horror movie in a cinema. I smile at him briefly, but he doesn't smile back. He looks like I've… traumatized him…

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But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

CASSANDRA POV Logan was sexy as fuck, he had a sharp jawline with light brown hair and wearing an all-black suit. He wasn't as tall and muscular as Alessandro, but he was still taller than me, and I was in heels, striding to the bar where Logan was sitting, swirling his drink around in his glass. I sat down on the stool next to him and faced the bartender, ordering myself a drink, not taking any notice of him staring at me.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

Yet, Lucca had not presented as such, in fact, his initial reaction almost resembled panic. I was thankful that he didn’t appear to be some power-hungry menacing lunatic that I was so often paired with at the castle. My father was always keenly aware of the men that attempted to keep company with me. Men such as the Alpha of Germany and the Hun, Ludwig, although arrogant and quite pompous, he was a man that my father deemed acceptable. Why, because he was already a Lycan King. There would be no problem in melding the two northern European territories together and, had I chosen Ludwig, we would jointly rule a vast majority of Europe. My mind continued to wander as Lucca led me into the small

Just to marry her, just to claim his mate. Ludwig was a merciless assassin and a trained warrior. Lykae were the most powerful in the world of fantasy and he was the King of Lykae. He would do anything for his mate. Ludwig couldn’t sleep at all that night. It had been seven grueling days of killing, tricking, dodging and hiding from his enemies and he knew that he was about to find the necklace.