Lucas Till Flash Novels & Stories

came the figure's hollow voice and it was unclear who he was talking to but was staring at Natasha and her friends. "Natasha, don't!" Lucas cried out when she finally let go and lashed out at the figure, her fingers folded into a fist that arced with sparks of lightning. Natasha's fist never connected as she ended up hitting nothing just as a wave of bright green light burst out and blinded her along with Lucas, Cassie, Carmen, Marcus and Henry. . . ★★★ THE ULTIMATE SPEEDVERSE COMING SOON March 4, 2022

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Only steps that carried me further inside. Then Lucas appeared, fast, his boots striking hard. His face was not one of loyalty but of warning. He carried a glowing screen, blue light leaking across his tired features. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He only turned the screen. My blood stilled. It was me. Me and Flora. Her head tilted back, my mouth on her throat, her hands on me, my body claiming what was mine. Not a shadow, not a guess, but a moving picture, sharp and clear. Private moments dragged into light.

I grabbed his phone and scrolled through every folder, every hidden app but saw nothing. He spat on the floor, smirked cruelly. “You will never find it,” he said. I didn’t react. I remained calm and composed. I checked the phone again and saw nothing then decided to wait for my men who were still at his house. My phone rang and I smirked when I saw it was the people I was expecting. I answered and put it on the loudspeaker. “Boss,” my man said, “we found a flash drive and a laptop. Lucas was able to open the laptop successfully through his hacking skills and has deleted everything. The flash drive had every moment, every pic, every video. He formatted it all.”

Ethan laughed very hard, before looking at him proudly while smiling “I told you I would defeat you.” Lucas looked at him for a long time, while he was hitting the training dummy, and he was lost in his memories again. flash back "I can't believe a vampire like you is so slow." Lucian said as he fought Lucas, who was trying to defeat him, but to no avail, he fell to the ground to stand again. "That's great. Well done, Lucian. You're amazing." Emilia said from the edge of the training field very happily, waving to Lucian who sent her a kiss in the air.

At that moment, as the city lights blurred past, Lucas’s mind drifted back to an earlier time—a flashback that now would set the course for everything that was about to happen. ⸻ Flashback It was a stormy night not long ago, and Lucas and Elena had met in the deserted parking lot of an old warehouse. The rain had fallen in torrents, and they had taken refuge beneath a broken overhang. Huddled together under a threadbare umbrella, their faces were partially illuminated by the intermittent flashes of lightning. The conversation that followed was one of raw honesty, betrayal, and twisted ambition.

Tears of appreciation. Lucas reached for my face and wiped a tear away with his thumb. “They'll have nothing on you by morning” A relieved laugh slipped out of me, it broke into a sob midway. “I couldn't have done any of this without you, Lucas.” His smile was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Lucas walked to his car and took out a lighter, he flicked it on and placed the black flash on top of the flame His eyes held mine. “To new beginnings” he whispered to me, burning the flash till it was nothing but cinders

"We’ll see." Then, in a blur of motion, he activated something on his wrist. A bright flash erupted, momentarily blinding them. By the time Jake’s vision cleared, Damon was gone. Silence filled the space. Lila stared at the empty doorway, her expression unreadable. "We need to move. Now." "Damn it," Jake muttered, rubbing his eyes as his vision adjusted. "How the hell did he do that?" "Flash device," Lucas gritted out, lowering his gun. "Military-grade. That wasn’t some cheap trick."

And it was better than anything I’d ever made. Lucas wanted to play dirty? Fine. Let him. He hadn’t met this version of Isla Morgan yet. The one who fights back