Luca Balsa Novels & Stories

“Once again I apologise for the impromptu visit and thank you for letting us in. Goodwill from Balus.” Luman stretched forward the package containing a number of things. Damian looked at it and laughed. “I do not accept your goodwill, Balus. I believe you need them more than I do. Now go straight to the point, I am a busy man.” He climbed the podium and took his seat. “I need your help. Help me defeat Lucius and crush Westwood,” Alpha Balus said with clenched jaw.

Elena scanned the faces, unsure of what to expect. Then she saw him. A young, dark-haired man, around thirty years old. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, with a red rose in his hand. Elena approached slowly. Sit down, he said. I don't bite. Elena obeyed. My name is Luca. He smiled sadly. Luca Moretti. Salvatore's son. Brother to all of you. Elena felt her heart stop. Another one? The last one. I swear. Luca looked at her. Salvatore had me with a woman from Rome. I hid because I… I was different.

There's no doubt Luca had something to do with it. My hands shake. I blink repeatedly, watching the bartender's body. “Yes, the sacrifice.” Luca walks over to me. “Now, step away.” Still confused, I do as he says. The wooden bowl is tightly gripped in his palm as he gets closer to the dead body that drips with red blood. He squats beside it, whispering words that sound like a prayer as he hits the pistle against the mortar in his hand. He is freaking me out. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“Congratulations babe! You are amazing!” “Thanks.” I said in a non-committal tone. I did not see the need to be excited since we don’t know what the outcome of this whole fiasco will be. After what happened to the Jones family, I know that Lucien is not an easy opponent and he might even be more ruthless. He is only showing us the tip of the iceberg. “I have already booked a hotel to celebrate with close friends, make sure that you show up and don’t be late.” Elisa said. I was tired and all I needed now was time to cool off but I did not reject her directly.

She marched over and slid into the seat across from him. “Go straight to the point,” she said coldly, not bothering with pleasantries. The man leaned forward, keeping his voice low. “His name is Luca Ventresca. Top of his class in cyber security. Studied in Milan, later got advanced training in the U.S. Known for taking high-risk freelance work, but keeps a low profile. I found old forum posts under a few aliases—” “I know all that,” Isabella snapped, cutting him off. “I didn’t come here for a résumé. Does he have any connection to Natalie De Luca?”

But I press on, "She's alive, for now, but if you want to see her again, you will do exactly as I say" He laughs, slow and unamused "Is that so?" I quickly hang up before he could say anything. Else, my heart would explode. Did I sound convincing? He must be panicking or maybe gone mad with rage, tearing the city apart to get his hands on me. He is Lorenzo De Luca, the king of the underworld, no one dared flex a muscle in New York without his knowledge. Although he has so many enemies but no one would be crazy enough to cross him,

“Should I tell you the number of times that my son was injured since meeting your granddaughter? Or should I keep it up to you to understand that he is NOT safe around you or her. If anything, he seems to be getting more hurt as it goes, and YOU seem to be encouraging it.” “Both are getting injured just like we did. Unlike Lucas, they are going to be trained. They are going to know how to fight the devil when he…” Luna Claudia’s hand came in contact with Mario’s cheek as she slapped him. Her eyes were filled with tears, and looking at Diego, I didn’t need to be a genius to realize that Lucas was his older brother.

The pack remains quiet, looking up at Zac with a mixture of curious and nervous glances. “As you know Luna Isla came to Clear Creek from TRTC. Living there when she was 14 after the untimely passing of her Grandmother who belonged to the Cedar Fall's pack, and before that, she lived in Blood Oak. Isla is the daughter of disgraced former Beta Alec Miller and deceased heroic warrior Lyla Miller.” Small gasps and whispers start to dance around the room.

“I don’t have any idea. Finrod said the Dark Child is searching for the remnants of the Nromais.” “What is the Nromais?” “That is the wooden basin of the gods’ wine. It gives the gods immortality and power. A normal human can be immortal and possess power with just a sip of that wine. But it was guarded by the Crelts before, a giant blood-thirst creature who looks like a boar except for the fact that it can stand with its hind legs. It only answers to the gods. But when the Nromais was destroyed, the Crelts mysteriously disappeared. ”

“You’re drenched.” Lucia hesitated. “I heard something you need to know.” Bianca looked up sharply, eyes narrowing. “It’s Luca Vitale,” Lucia said quietly. “He’s building a network against you. He’s convincing old allies to defect.” The room went still. The rain against the windows became thunder. Bianca rose slowly, her face unreadable. “Does Matteo know?” Lucia shook her head. “Not yet. I came straight to you.” For a long moment, Bianca said nothing. Then she walked to the window, staring at the city lights that pulsed like veins beneath her rule.