Luca From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

He had sworn on it, even it cost him his life one way or another, he wanted to give his Master his honest sound opinion. Luca nodded and a menacing smile took over his features, With a voice neutral to an emotion, he spoke, "Oh? Is this why you had been sharing Intel with my mother about my miseries?" Ralph Yang's eyes shot up and all color drained from his face in a millisecond. The calm question froze his functions. How did he know? He stared at his Master but didn't utter a word, just stood there frozen waiting for his impending fate. He took a step forward but Luca raised his finger stopping him in his track.

Each move was deliberate, methodical — a serpent slithering through my walls. And now I know her name. Valeria. She was my teacher. My mirror. She taught me how to control a room with silence, how to turn fear into loyalty, and how mercy can be a weapon if you wield it slowly. I thought I’d buried her with the old world. “Her network is deeper than I expected,” Luca says, stepping beside me. His hand brushes the edge of the table — not touching me, but close enough to remind me he’s real. “She’s using your people.”

“License plate?” “Too far to read.” “Next time it stops, get it.” “Yes, sir.” The two men nodded and moved toward another part of the room, continuing their quiet conversation. Luca remained standing in front of the screens. Watching. Thinking. Something about the way he studied the monitors made him look less like a club owner and more like a general preparing for a battle. He suddenly looked up. Directly at me. I blinked, slightly startled. “How long have you been standing there?” he asked calmly.

he said, “is in me. I would not stand here if she were not the bond that steadies me. Do you doubt me, then? Do you doubt the High Alpha you claim allegiance to?” Some elders shifted uncomfortably. Others glared. It wasn’t enough. From the side of the hall, Luca moved forward. His presence was unexpected. He was not called, nor was he asked to speak. But he walked to the front anyway. “You doubt her because she is different,” Luca began, his voice steady. “Because she carries something you do not understand. But let me remind you… so did we all, once.” The elders turned to him, some irritated, others curious.

“That man. Who was he?” Luca shifted slightly, wincing as he adjusted his position. “No idea. But he wasn’t just some low-level informant. The way he moved… he was trained.” Brayden’s fingers tapped against his knee. “Trained by who?” Luca exhaled. “That’s the million-dollar question.” Silence settled again. Then Luca spoke, his voice quieter this time. “You ever get the feeling we’re only seeing the surface of something much bigger?” Brayden’s jaw tightened. “All the time.”

The space carried the tense quiet of people who had survived something violent and close. Luca worked at the main console. His fingers moved with urgent precision. The glow of the screens carved exhaustion into sharp shadows across his face. His eyes were restless, scanning lines of data, decoding, uploading, verifying. Every movement was exact, a constant motion that belied the storm of thought in his head.

“Luca is the flame.” Victor slid over a small data chip. “We confirmed it with biometric voice analysis. When you accessed PROJECT NOVA’s sealed archive, you triggered a feedback loop. An AI trace lit up. It led to him. The voice used in the global revolution broadcasts—the one behind the movement’s leader mask—it matches Montrose blood DNA at ninety-nine-point-eight percent.” A chill spread through Elena’s bones. “He’s been watching me,” she said. “Through the labs. Through the experiments. Through everything I’ve done. And I never even knew.”

A mind capable of understanding and controlling human movement itself. August slowly sat down, looking genuinely shaken. “You’re telling me Luca could use this system to manipulate entire regions?” Reyes looked at him flatly. “He already is.” Silence crashed heavily into the room. The attacks. The feelers. The movement structures. The pressure routes. None of it had been random. Luca wasn’t building chaos but instead was guiding it. Althea stepped closer toward the table unconsciously. “The convergence point…” She started to ask, her mind focused.

"Keep looking. I want to know everything about this guy. Who he is, where he came from, and why he decided to betray us." Luca nodded, looking relieved that I wasn't accusing him of anything. "I won't let you down, boss. I'll do whatever it takes to get to the bottom of this." I had a nagging feeling that something was not right. As I was speaking with Luca, I could sense someone lurking around, listening to our conversation. It was as if my wolf had become hyper-vigilant, sensing an intruder. I paused for a moment, my eyes narrowed as I tried to pick up on any sounds or scents that might give away the intruder's identity.

“Exactly. He’s too powerful to dismantle piece by piece. We take out Lazarus, and we send a message to everyone who might try to fill the void.” Preparations The team split up to prepare for the mission. Luca focused on hacking into the estate’s security systems, mapping out blind spots, and creating entry points. Aleksandr and Dante reviewed their weapons and escape routes, while Elena immersed herself in understanding the guest list and Lazarus’s known associates. Hours later, Luca emerged from his corner with a grim expression. “I found something.” The team gathered around him as he pulled up footage from Lazarus’s private network. It showed Lazarus’s face a man in his late forties, with