Luca Hollestelle Mga Nobela at Kwento

Where’s the fun in that? “Look at him,” I muttered, grinning at the smoke still curling from his burned flesh. “Crawling through fire, bleeding for her like some tragic hero… and still breathing. Still fighting. It almost makes me want to clap. Almost. “Maitre, we found a few humans lurking around,” one of my hybrids reported, bowing low. Luca. His name was Luca , the gamma of some pitiful little pack clinging to their borders like children afraid of the dark.

LUCA I stand over the man, my shadow swallowing his broken form as sirens wail in the distance. I have already arranged the files. Every document and digital trail points directly to this "shifty-eyed worm" as the sole architect of the fraud. He shakes on the floor, making wet, gurgling sounds. I look down at my red knuckles and feel nothing but a cold, empty hole where my divinity used to be. "Luca, stop! You’re going to kill him!", Stella’s small voice cracks with fear.

I narrated. There was silence among us and I can tell that they were both freaked out about the whole story and looked at me hesitantly. I wouldn’t blame them if they won’t believe it because it sounds a little too freaky and unusual too. William continued his research about LUAHU and he looked as if he was not going to give up while Liv silently contemplating about the whole idea. “Harrison isn’t it kind of odd?” My brows knitted in the middle of my forehead, “What is odd?”

“I run gyms up and down the East Coast.” “Good for you,” Evelyn deadpanned. “Still trespassing.” Another car door shut. This time it was a taller figure with leaner muscle, dark-rimmed glasses, and a hoodie that said CODE OVER CHAOS. He adjusted his watch and kept his distance, clearly more reserved. “Let me guess,” she muttered. “You design websites?” “Apps,” the man said with a subtle nod. “Luca Romano.” Evelyn’s brows arched. “Triplets. Of course. Like I didn’t already have enough headaches.”

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

Kiara was the first to sense them, and she rose with a hand on her blade, only to relax as she recognized the figures in the dark. “Jacob? Edward?” she called out, and the brothers emerged from the forest trail, their faces drawn with exhaustion but lit by purpose. Behind them walked a familiar figure—Serena’s father—and beside him, a cloaked woman with silver-blonde hair braided down her back. Her eyes, though youthful, held centuries of knowledge. “You’re late,” Alexandro said, but his voice lacked bitterness. Only relief remained. “I had to find her,” the old man said simply, gesturing to the cloaked woman. “This is Ysolde. The witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a

“Lucas, we are talking about Lucian, the bastard. He destroyed an entire kingdom. How can you trust him?” Lucas took a deep breath, trying to control his breathing “I know very well that he is just a bastard, but that energy was not fake energy, it was pure dark energy, and the magic that Lucian possesses is impossible to mix with that energy. He is not the one who did it.” He said while looking at the one who gritted his teeth very hard, while Lucas approached Emilia and held her hand while looking at her. "We will save him, I promise you that."

Hugo was shocked. “Jealous”? Luca was confused. ---- Tabby

He had barely even reached the elevator when a the message he’s been waiting for finally came through made his heart. ‘ Alpha, there’s a young girl of about 18 with an extremely weird color running in the direction of the Blood lake. She matches the description Beta Raphael had given perfectly' The hunter said making Lucious quickly connect to this particular hunter’s eye sight. Apart from communicating through the mind link, Lucious could also connect to his pack members and be able to see whatever it was they were viewing. He only used this when he there was an emergency and he needed to see things for himself. And right now, the emergency was an extremely huge one.

Mark said without turning. Luca slipped inside, quiet as always, closing the door behind him. He carried a slim black folder tucked under his arm. His expression was grim, professional—nothing wasted. “We finished the sweep,” Luca said. “Phones. Accounts. Dead drops.” Mark straightened slowly and turned. “And?” Luca placed the folder on the desk and slid it forward. “Ethan Hale. All of it.” The name landed heavy. Mark didn’t open the file yet. He waited—because Luca never stopped with just one sentence.