Lucah Novels & Stories

Elisha walked into the room as Luca's muffled scream filtered from the pillow into his ears. Luca turned to face him. "What are you doing?" "Waiting for you to finish throwing your tantrum like a pup," Elisha shot at him with a relaxed poise, his hands behind his head as he sprawled on the sofa. "You done now?" Luca sat up on his bed facing Elisha. "It was a hoax. It wasn't her," he said quietly, his voice almost a hush—a mix of pain and rage. "That witch… Orchid…"

LUCA Lev Oleg was just the man I needed to spread the tentacles of my island project. The very first time he walked into pandemonium, I was thrilled. In fact, I don't think I had ever been more thrilled. And now, he sat across from me, on his third cigarette in ten minutes like he was a freaking chimney. “Luca Barone, or do I call you the devil?” My lips curved into a half grin. “Whichever you please.” I lifted my shot glass to him, and took my second shot of the night.

Lucian’s senses zeroed in on Elias’s energy—he followed it like a tether, each step slicing through panic and dread. Elias’s fingers clawed at Luca’s wrist, trying to pull the hand away. “Why?” he choked out. “Because you’re housing something that doesn’t belong in this world,” Luca murmured, leaning in. “And I plan to carve it out myself.” Elias gritted his teeth. “You don’t even know what I am.” “Oh, but I do,” Luca whispered. “Azazel. Thal’rean. That cursed, sacred thing curled up in your soul like a serpent. I can feel him.”

And Dante withdrawing was always a prelude to something worse. Luca stood now in front of his old laptop—the one no one else knew about. The one with no smart features, no facial recognition, no voice assistants. Just raw access. He powered it on with trembling fingers. “Let’s see what I find…” He didn’t know what he was looking for. A clue? A signature? Some trace of Dante’s shadow? He wasn’t a hacker. Not like him. But Luca had memory. And Dante had taught him things—whether intentionally or not.

"Because it won't bring him back." Luca breathed heavily, clenching his fists so tightly he dug his nails into his palms. "You're hiding something." Isiah refused to confirm or deny it. "Drop it," he said again, simply. Luca turned away with his mind in turmoil. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Later that night, in need of a distraction, Luca went hunting. He hunted down a rabbit, chased it, and put it out of its misery in no time. When he returned to camp, he lit a flame and started cooking the meat.

Luca meets the warrior’s fierce gaze, and the tension thickens between both males. “Luca of the Dahome is a traitor, for this he shall be banished from our lands!” Lyrien's voice echoes with cold finality. “You won your mate, therefore, have him. But you will be gone before first lights, and never to return!” Lyrien turns, his tall frame disappearing into the darkness without a backwards glance. Luca collapses onto the mud, his head turned upward to the moonless cloud. Slowly, the other warriors begin to disperse. The silence has never been quieter than it is tonight. Even the voices of his mind seem to have disappeared.

“Running from Caleb might be the smallest of our problems.” “So we don’t run.” Luca’s voice was firm. He looked at me, his grey eyes catching the firelight. “We find out what she wants, what ‘correcting the pattern’ means.” “You want to have a chat with a deity, child?” Zayne snorted, but there was no humor in it. “After what we just survived?” “I don’t want to bro, but……” Luca stammered. “But I have to big bro, the goddess is not after you bro, she’s not after mom.”

Luca snorted and stepped closer, aligning himself beside his brother as if they shared a single spine for once in their lives. “Yeah. Who would’ve thought? The Black River twins.” He shrugged, a humorless laugh escaping him. “Summit bingo complete.” Talia’s eyes flashed. “This is not funny, Luca.” He froze mid–half grin, lifting both palms in surrender. “Talk to the Goddess,” he muttered. “She writes the scripts.” “Watch your tone, wolf.” Lucian’s voice rolled low and dangerous. Luca’s head dipped instantly. “Sorry, Mom.” Reign shot him a look that said stop making it worse, but Luca’s wolf was too keyed up—too electrified by the reality of his mate—to do much better.

Wolf shouted, “Step back! Whatever it is—it’s not natural!” Luca’s eyes shot open, glowing brighter than ever. He fell to his knees, clutching his head. “It’s inside me… older than Darius… stronger…” Aiden fell to his knees beside him, gripping his shoulders. “Then fight it! You’re Luca! You’re not just… some weapon!” A deep, resonant hum vibrated through the street, like the world itself was awakening. The rain froze midair around them. The air thickened. Aiden could feel it in his bones—a presence older than anything he’d ever known, something alive, intelligent, and furious.

Nova’s POV When we pull into the restaurant after Axel is done with his explanation more images flash through my mind but this time they aren’t about Kristy they are about a man I’ve seen him before he isn’t a wolf but he isn’t human so he is either a witch or vampire but his face is hazy like smoke. I try to shake the image from my head and out on my best act. When we go inside to eat the waitress immediately swoons from seeing Axel. He doesn’t look impressed at all and just rolls his eyes.