Luca Ercole Novels & Stories

Elena stepped forward, boots crunching across the scorched marble floor where her childhood memories had once played like soft piano notes. Luca stood a few paces away, his silhouette framed by a broken arch where their mother once held lectures on neural evolution and legacy. His black suit was immaculate. Not a wrinkle, not a speck of ash. As if he refused to acknowledge the world was burning. “You look like her,” Luca said softly. His voice was almost drowned by the wind. "Mother. The tilt of your head. The way you hide your nerves in anger." Elena's grip on the Codex tightened. Her heart was a steady drumbeat of rage and purpose. "Don't speak her name."

“There is no need to be so wary of Eren. He is from one of the ruling families of the Vampire Kingdom, and it is impossible for him to harm us in any way.” Lucien moved his head, and did not say a single word, except that his hands tightened on Emilia, who was sleeping on his back, while Lucas continued, looking away at the red moon. “He is also the first candidate to be her husband in the future, so there is nothing wrong with some transgressions, but not now, do you understand what I mean?” This time, Lucien pressed Emilia to the point that she moved on his back uncomfortably, but even so, nothing appeared on his face.

Doctor Stevens has been on this since the beginning, if Matt didn’t say it I sure as fuck would of. Matt and Geoff shake hands and the tension finally starts to drop. “When can we see the rogue?” Leon asks. Luca looks at him and raises an eyebrow “who even are you?” “Oh sorry my name is Leon , I’m a lab tech and scene investigator for Heretic HQ” Luca nods at Leon as if his answer is satisfactory. What is it with the male testosterone honestly? Everything around here turns into a pissing contest. “We can see the rogue now if you’d like” Matt offers. “Paulo , his name is Paulo” every head at the table turns to me. Christ the man has a name. Matt looks at me and sighs “sorry, we can go and see

I did not answer immediately, not because I didn’t want to but because I was fitting pieces together, forcing my mind ahead of the instinct to react blindly. “Rome is compromised,” I said. His expression sharpened instantly. “Architect loyalists?” “No.” That word settled heavily between us. Because if it wasn’t the Architect, then it was something worse, something we had not accounted for. “Then who?” Luca asked. I was already moving. “Adrian.” The name changed the air in the room. Luca went still for a fraction of a second, then turned toward the table, grabbing his weapon, his phone, his jacket in one smooth motion. No wasted movement, no questions that did not matter.

Why the hell did I run into her? “Yes, Aunt Marigold. I know what I want. And Leo is indeed the man I desire.” “Hmmn… he allowed you to address him by his name.” Aunt gripped Eira’s cheek. “You are lucky.” Her hand swung into the air. “He will cut off my head if I speak his name. Since we are going to be a family, let me tell you more things about Alpha Leonardo. Come here,” she held Eira’s arm, about walking her to the couch.

“It’s everything finances, operatives, even contingency plans.” Elena leaned over his shoulder. “What’s the most critical piece?” Luca hesitated, scrolling through the files. “There’s a name. Someone high up in Erebus’s hierarchy. A shadow figure coordinating everything from behind the scenes.” “Who?” Elena pressed. Luca’s voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s someone we know. Someone inside our own chain of command.” The team fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. Vargas stepped forward, his face unreadable. “Who is it, Luca?”

King was listening to his own funeral arrangements. "Silvio was always a vulture," Luca muttered, more to himself than to us. He looked down at the map in his hand, his thumb tracing the grid lines with a predatory focus. "He thinks he’s won. He thinks the Romano secret died in that cellar. He has no idea what I’m bringing back to the city." "What are you bringing back, Luca?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "A piece of paper and a girl you hate? Good luck taking over the city with that."

Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars. Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brush

"That shoulder-length man with long hair is Xavier de Luca, son of Javier de Luca." I looked at Gabriella in surprise. Never thought that I could see the child of one of the trillionaires from Italy. Indeed, they always maintain privacy, there was never even a media that could take pictures of their family members. Just like Rhysand did. "And the guy in front of him is Maxel Roe. I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he's one of those world conglomerates who never showed anything to any media."

Nicolas looked down at his feet, not looking at the man whose green eyes met my brown ones. “I believe that it is right to first introduce you to your older brother, more specifically, since you know HIM, at least to let you know to apologize to him for your behavior earlier…” I frowned when I saw him looking at Nicolas who shook his head at the man. His eyes met mine for a second before he looked at the man “I’m Alessandro De Luca, Aurora’s father, and YOUR father’s prisoner”