Luca Balsa Novels & Stories

Jasper, silent but burning with focus, tossed the glowing ball to Luca, the youngest—and the most unpredictable. Luca’s golden eyes glittered as he caught the ball and twisted his body mid-air, moving with a fluidity that made even vampires pause. He didn’t play to win—he played to outthink, to outmaneuver, to unravel his opponents’ rhythm. A strategist. A shadow. A mystery. Carlos paused. His gaze fixed on Luca—not just as a father, but as a man forever haunted. Because it was Luca who reminded him the most of her. Of Alara.

Of course, climbing never was. He tried to get close several times, but that damned Alpha Lorenzo was always there, watching over her like a guard dog. Still, something else incredible and unexpected happened to him. He received an anonymous message from a mysterious person. Yes, as crazy as it sounded, someone told him they were an enemy of the Grecos and knew he wanted to destroy Lorenzo too. Luca was skeptical. He thought it might be some kind of trap, but when that message from “Victoria” appeared on his phone and stirred up Marcella’s jealousy, he knew it was not a joke.

It’s impossible unless there’s some magic in it. “Both of you must be wondering how it would happen because there’s no way it would.” He responded calmly with a smile. “So...” I trailed off as Harry glances at me. “Why did it happen?” “There’s a story behind it.” Cortèz states and it instantly made me curious. “In ancient times, thousands and thousands of years ago, there was a deity called Olca and she was the keeper of that volcano. Olca was lonely in her volcano and had no one there with her because the volcano was surrounded by the huge sea. Until she met the human who took the risk to visit the volcano. He was a mountaineer from the island of Maui and he was Luahu. His name in Mauian la

Luca’s POV The flames from the burning terminal licked the night sky behind us, casting flickering orange across the Bonny River as Eze’s boat cut through the delta’s murky channels. Salt air stung my eyes, mixing with tears I hadn’t shed yet. Mikhail’s body throat slit by Rocco’s blade sank into the abyss we’d left behind. The swarm 2.0 was gone, nodes fried, legacy purged in fire. But as the adrenaline ebbed, a hollow ache settled in my chest. Who was I now? Luca Marino, the accountant who’d laundered for monsters without knowing? Or Luca Volkov, the heir who’d danced with plagues and bloodlines? The curse had defined me trapped me in auctions, viruses, betrayals. Without it, I felt unmoor

Behind her came in Luca Rossi. Aiden had expected him, of course. Luca was Isadora’s shadow—her assistant in title, but inseparable in practice. Tall, dark-haired, Italian by birth but American by ambition, Luca wore a tailored navy suit that hid the build of someone who spent mornings in the gym rather than boardrooms. He carried a slim leather portfolio—no tablet, no phone visible. Like Isadora, he preferred paper for sensitive matters. Smart. Unhackable.

Only for her. “Salvador, can't we just throw the body in the water. I hate this!” Luca had said, running his right hand through his bald head. I never understood why he did that. “Of course we can throw it in the water and let it float back to the surface, exposing our tracks.” I replied sarcastically. I snatched a butcher knife from the floor filled with dried maple leaves and began cutting up the body before me like a surgeon or a butcher. The sky was already dark with several stars glistening down.

“But more importantly, Luca understands movement.” Silence deepened. “Not tactics.” Salcedo added grimly. “People.” Velasquez folded his hands. “He studies pressure points. Fear responses.” He continued. “Human behavior under instability.” Althea’s pulse hammered harder. Now she understood why Luca and his family would want her parents. Why he wanted Nicholas. Why Alessandro became terrified enough to orchestrate impossible protections decades ago. Not for medical brilliance. For predictive cognition. A mind capable of understanding and controlling human movement itself.

“In this family, everyone fights for themselves.” He pulled out his phone suddenly. “Speaking of which…” Mom narrowed her eyes. “Who are you calling?” Lucas didn’t answer. The call connected. “Yes,” Lucas said smoothly. “He’s indeed crippled.” My eyes narrowed slightly. Then Lucas spoke the name that made my stomach tighten. “Alessandro De Luca..” Lucas turned slightly so I could hear the voice through the phone. “ He is indeed crippled?.” Lucas smirked. “Absolutely.” Then he walked closer to my bed and held the phone near me.

Over time, Balius grew envious and Greedy. Hungry for a throne that was never his. So he betrayed Roberto by Joining forces with enemies and had him killed. Balius took over. But the truth never stays hidden forever. Luca discovered what had happened and through his son Striker He brought Balius down And Reclaimed the throne. Since that day… The Lucarians and the Marcocians became sworn enemies. Locked in a silent, Endless war. “Are you already there?” Striker asked, tapping the Bluetooth device in his ear.

My cheeks go hot just thinking about it. Luca Fontaine is the second of Charles and Giovanna's children together, and he's arguably the most famous. He's the only one to go full movie star (so far at least), and he's managed to snag roles in a few huge blockbusters, including the upcoming Cataclysm: Earth. He's got dirty-blond hair - the same shade as his mother's when she was his age - and the sort of bad-boy, devastatingly gorgeous looks that make girls want to throw their panties at him. I've seen pictures of his smile that made me want to weep. Seriously. The idea of flirting with him, of touching him? Makes me so nervous I think I might be sick.