Luka And The Fire Of Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

So I decided to try again. "Luca, what's with the dragon and flames on your back?" I asked, and he laughed. He rinsed his mouth and spat out the water and then stood straight to flex his muscles so I could get the full view. Instead of looking at the tattoo, my eyes were fixed on his tight, sexy, manly butt. My mind was in the gutters. "The dragon breathes fire. It can never burn him. Hell is fire, and I am the dragon that rules it," he said, and I understood.

Immediately I entered into the house, I saw my parent and brother waiting for me "Is it true, you will be the Luna of our pack" my father asked with happiness but I just shook my head "Brenda is going to be the next Luna " tears falling from my face "that slut cannot be our Luna" my brother said "he marked you, that means he wants you" my father said inspecting my neck "my wolf persuade his wolf, he wanted to reject me " My mother just hugged me, she must have known the pain am passing through " it's okay my daughter, go and shower and come and have your dinner, he did not worth your tears "

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

His fingers closed around the cold steel, and in one fluid motion, he turned and fired. The shot cracked through the inferno. His uncle jerked, eyes wide, breath hitching as crimson bloomed across his chest. He staggered, defiant to the end, his voice a rasp: “You think you’ve won… but you’ve only inherited my enemies…” Then he fell, crashing into the flames as the fire swallowed him whole. Luca stood, chest heaving, smoke clawing at his lungs. His ears still rang with the echo of gunfire, but all he could hear beneath it was Emilia’s voice in his memory—soft, steady, the reason he had survived this long.

“It’s something else, isn’t it? Maybe you know what she is, and it terrifies you.” Luca sat up slowly, his eyes glowing faintly under the moonlight. He turned his head, meeting Erin’s with a stare so cold it could freeze fire. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” he said quietly. “And don’t ever mock me again.” Erin raised both hands in mock surrender, but his smile didn’t fade. “I get it,” he said, backing away. “Carlos’s little shadow wants answers. And guess what? So do I. Because that girl… she’s going to bring fire to both our worlds. And I can’t wait to watch it burn.”

I lean over to Clint and whisper, “Lana seems different.” He smiles, as he whispers his reply, “She is an immortal.” Clint sniffs the air. “She is a hybrid.” “Why don't dragons try to live among humans again? If she's a hybrid, then that means other immortals can. Even if the past was bad, it doesn't mean that the present or future will be.” “My parents were going to suggest it before they were murdered. Maybe one of my brothers might when they become king,” he says. Lana brings a tray to our table. “I thought that I would bring this to you both. Pay when you are ready, and enjoy your date,” she said, with a smile before she retreated to the backroom.

“Then we burn them all.” ‎ ‎A chill swept through me, but I didn’t look away. ‎ ‎Because deep down, I knew— ‎ ‎Luca wasn’t just protecting his empire. ‎ ‎He was protecting us. ‎ ‎-------------------- ‎ ‎LUCA ‎ ‎The house was too quiet. ‎ ‎Too still. ‎ ‎It put me on edge. ‎

Dancers and crew members were running, coughing, stumbling through the smoke while security shouted for people to move toward the exits. Then Luca appeared. He was moving against the crowd. Fast. Focused. Terrifying. His jacket was gone. His white shirt was open at the throat, the sleeves rolled up like he had already been fighting the building before the camera found him. Someone in the video shouted his name. He did not even turn. He ran straight into the smoke. The caption read: WHEN A BILLIONAIRE LOVES YOU ENOUGH TO RUN INTO FIRE. I made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan.

“Wasn’t it obvious, Jared? If you need another demonstration, I am more than happy to give it to you. In fact, I did always tell myself that I was going to burn this entire pack down the f*cking ground one day” There is a twinkle in her eyes while she speaks, and there is no doubt in my mind that she could do exactly that. She has probably been dreaming of it for a long time too. And I can’t blame her. “You... you can’t!”. Father stammers out, glancing around nervously. “There are women and children here. Luna Grace is in the pack house! You liked the luna!”. “Is she, though?”. Athena barks out a laugh. “Let me save you the time: she isn’t. And neither are the children, or the decent women o

Luca said softly, kissing the top of my head. For a moment, time stood still. The fire outside, the screams, the storm—it all disappeared. There was only the three of us, caught in the fragile stillness between life and destruction. Then—gunfire again. Closer this time. Luca’s face hardened instantly. “Stay with her,” he said, standing up. “Luca, no—please—” He loaded his gun, eyes cold once more. “I have to finish this. I need to make sure she grows up in a world where no one will ever use her as leverage.”