Luca Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

"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.”

"Lucas oh Lucas, I've been itching to kill you throughout the past few months. I’ve even dreamt of it. I had never expected you to present yourself to me!" "I came to know from the members of the Thunder God Organization that a powerful being joined Inferno Base City. Never in my dreams would I have expected that person to be you. Haha." Claud started bursting into mad laughter. "What are you laughing about?" said Lucas. "What am I laughing about?" Claud stopped laughing. "Lucas York, my master is the famous Master of Ghastly Summoning in the Wilderness. He's a Rank 8 Evolved One. You’re asking me why I’m laughing?"

The Custodian noticed his reaction. "You saw something." Dominic hesitated, shaking his head to get the image off his mind. "I thought I saw my father." The old man nodded as though expecting it. "The Core often reveals what a person seeks most." Dominic clenched his jaw. He wasn't seeking answers anymore. He was seeking understanding. "Tell me about Luca." Dominic finally stated as he looked at the older man. “I’m sure my father had told you about him.” The Custodian sighed. "He was brilliant." He admitted heavily. “If I may say, more brilliant than your father.”

Luca looked out the shattered office window toward the rain falling across the estate. "Stay with Mercer." Marcus sounded surprised. "You trust him?" "No." Luca's voice was cold. "But right now..." He looked down at the note still resting in his hand. "...he's the devil we know." He ended the call. Then turned toward Dominic. "Get the helicopter ready." Dominic blinked. "You're going after Aria?" "No." Luca folded the note and slipped it into his pocket. "I'm going after the traitor." Behind them, thunder rolled across Stonehaven.

Jasper, silent but burning with focus, tossed the glowing ball to Luca, the youngest—and the most unpredictable. Luca’s golden eyes glittered as he caught the ball and twisted his body mid-air, moving with a fluidity that made even vampires pause. He didn’t play to win—he played to outthink, to outmaneuver, to unravel his opponents’ rhythm. A strategist. A shadow. A mystery. Carlos paused. His gaze fixed on Luca—not just as a father, but as a man forever haunted. Because it was Luca who reminded him the most of her. Of Alara.

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.

Luca called out to me, a smile arching his lips. "Ciao, brutto," I replied, winking at him as I got down from the bike. "You're still not going to loosen up around me," He muttered. I chuckled. "Only when you stop trying to steal my bikes." He laughed as he hugged me. Luca was one of my main informants. He ran a network of thieves and was also working for the Cops. Talk about weird. "Are you here to spend some time with me?" He asked. "You wish," I scoffed. "I'm here for some information, as always."

Yet I pressed on, because for me, there was no turning back. As I moved down the hall, the echoes of our conversation reverberated in my mind. Rico’s words lingered, a reminder of the fragile line between power and ruin. But I pushed them aside. I wasn’t going to let anyone, not even those who once cared, slow me down. In that moment, I reaffirmed my vow. I am Luca Romano. I am the master of my destiny. And if the feds, or anyone else, dare cross me, they will find only the cold, unyielding force of a man who has nothing left to lose.