Luca Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

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.

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 had covered his tracks well, erasing any sign of where they might have gone. I leaned back, staring at the screen in frustration. Damn it, Luca. He’d always been one step ahead, and now, even with all my skills, I couldn’t seem to catch up. For a moment, I let myself think about him, not the criminal mastermind, but the man I’d once trusted. Luca had a way of making you feel like the center of his universe, even when you knew you weren’t. He’d taught me everything I knew about hacking, about strategy, about survival. And now, I was using all of it against him.

Jake. She looked a little bit familiar to me, is all that was going on in my head. I had seen her before, I had interacted with her before in some sort of way or form. I had never really looked at her before, Atleast not this much. But something about her was bugging me and I needed to find out why. Why she looked familiar. I got out my phone and immediately sent out a text to my private investigator. "Get me everything you can on my new assistant, Lila Moreno. " I hit send and put my phone back in my pocket before I turned to face her.

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."

“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.”

I brushed his arm away, “She’s the true Detective. She won’t get that ‘Senior Investigator’ title for nothing.” “She’s a sociopath, Luke!” He shouted. “What can you not understand?! She must’ve planned all the crimes that she appeared to solve… all to manipulate you into thinking that she’s on the good side! Tere had offered a club membership for you— we are here to save you from that fake—” I cut his words off with a punch. “Shut up or I’ll get you kicked out of your clubroom, Jacob.” He chuckled, holding his jaw. “Ooh~ so, this is who you really are, Luke. Or should I say… Samael?”

Luca had manged to sort everything out after the two suspicion looking people escaped. Lorenzo could now move his body, but his limbs still felt heavy from whatever it was that was injected into his body. Luca and Lorenzo were inside Don Russo’s study as the waited for him to come. “I still don’t understand why you didn’t go after them.” Lorenzo said as he laid on the couch. “It would have been pointless to do so.” Luca answered with his mind pretty far away. “How do you know it would have pointless unless you actually tried?” Lorenzo pressed on with the matter and Luca sighed as he was now becoming annoyed with him. He held his tongue and luckily the conversation ended there for now when Gi

I take the seat and hit the answer button. Luca's face pops up on the screen, bloodshot eyes decorated with dark circles, scattered hair, and a pale face. He is sitting in his study; he pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie and stretches his hands to his coffee mug. "Hey, did you receive my text?" Hmm... I scratched my ears, I did. "But I don't understand it."

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.