Luca From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Luca’s hand had curled into a fist against the tabletop, the knuckles white. But his eyes were still locked on Alex. “Do they know who did it?” he asked, his voice flat. Alex shook his head. “They’re still investigating.” A heavy silence settled over us. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t liked Richard. I hadn’t trusted him. But death had a way of reducing everything else to ashes. After a moment, Luca let out a slow, uneven breath. “He always knew it would end like this,” he said, almost to himself. “He spent his whole life collecting enemies.”

We wait for them to leave, then I turn to the scouts. “I want you to continue to monitor this forest in case they return. If they do, alert me immediately.” “Yes, Alpha.” I wait for Stephanie to shift and then I join her, returning to the pack. When we arrive, I look at her. “So, who is Luca?” “An idiot who didn’t even warrant becoming my father’s Lead Warrior. He’s obviously thrilled that Ellis has promoted him, but he’s not smart. For him to believe that story is ludicrous.” “The others didn’t seem to believe it. I felt a lot of unease at what they’ve been asked to do,” I say.

“The same way I find out everything that you do, the same way I know you are fucking that bitch, the same way I knew you were the one that killed Emilino, should I go on?” She questioned. Luca paused, wondering how she knew so much about him and hating her for it. There has to be someone near him who was giving information to her, he trusted his men but he has been betrayed in the past before to know that there is a level to his trust, if he finds out anyone from his side has been feeding her information about him, he would not be kind to that person, he hoped no one from his side was involved. “I don’t care how you know things about me, woman, what I do care about is that I will find you an

Not only that, he even hurriedly returned to the Southern Ridge. This was bizarre. “Who’s helping me?” Maxine was puzzled. She knew someone must have been helping her out in secret, but who was it? From the Cadens’ words, she knew that Luca was taken away by an extremely powerful figure who was most likely an eighth-rank grandmaster. However, she was not acquainted with any eighth-rank grandmasters at all. Putting her thoughts aside, she waved slightly. “It’s getting late, we should rest up. We can discuss more tomorrow morning.”

Luca said, which wasn't really what happened, but it had more dignity than saying he sent me away for my good and I just returned. "I am glad she returned to you," He said for good measure, but he did not mean a word of it. He looked more afraid of Luca than he was when I was his slave. I guess the Demon of Ashfield was real. I wondered what Luca did to warrant so much fear from people. "Any progress on Gibson's death?" Luca asked, and neither of them could answer. I had never seen Tomas so afraid and respectful before. It was apparent he was scared of Luca.

“His family is shady as fuck, always looking out for number one. However, they are always up for questionable activities. Which made for good allies.” “Got the maps?” I said, as I looked around. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know. I just feel like I am being watched…” The hair was standing up on my neck. Luca frowned and moved to his desk. Pulling out this black wand, he started going over his desk and moving on to the furniture. Once he got the couch, there was a red beeping sound. “Fuck…” Luca went back to his desk and pulled out gloves. I watched as he slowly felt around until he pulled out a bug.

"Enter." The door opened and closed with the quiet precision of a tomb sealing shut. Luca stepped into the pool of dim amber light. He was one of my oldest pieces on the board. He didn’t survive thirty years in the Cavalli organization by being a conversationalist; he survived by being a ghost who could kill with a whisper. “We have confirmation,” Luca said, his voice a low, gravelly hum. I finally turned. My gaze was sharp, cutting through the shadows. “Speak.”

On the third night he stopped and pulled me against his chest. “I hate this,” he said into my hair. “I hate that you have to do this.” I held onto him tight. “I chose you four. I chose this life, so I will fight for it.” He kissed me as if it was his last kiss. Luca ran intelligence. He sat in the library basement surrounded by laptops, maps and coffee cups. His eyes stayed red from no sleep. Every time new scouts reported in he updated the big board on the wall. Dante trained the fighters. He screamed orders until his voice gave out.

“If anything, I think she’s a great fit for you because you can learn a lot from her about our world.” Again, I nodded. “Right, I supposed this settles it then. You know where to find me.” June smiled, but I didn’t miss the concern shadowing her features. I knew she’s worried about the whole Luca incident and what all this would mean for me. Luca—whose full name turned out to be Lucian—was a rogue wolf, outcasted by his own kind. When you’re outcasted, your powers get stripped, and you can’t get in touch with the spiritual realm or with the huntress. Somehow he managed to bypass it, and here we were.

But the words—the promise—was too tempting to ignore. Elias. Back where he belonged. With him. Away from Lucian. "How?" Tristan forced out. "Lucian has him locked down tighter than a fortress. I can’t even get near him." "And that," Luca said, voice dripping satisfaction, "is why you need me." He swept across the room to a small table, pulling out a faded parchment. A map—Lucian’s mansion, sprawling and intricate, was sketched across it in harsh lines. "Lucian built himself a palace so perfect, so impenetrable," Luca murmured, tracing a finger along the walls, "he forgot something important." He looked up, eyes gleaming. "Power makes you lazy. Arrogant."