Luka And The Fire Of Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“At home. There was a fire. Guess the gas was leaking. I was fast enough to get to the scene. Then I realized Pam knew these people.” “And who are you?” “A firefighter.” It all made sense to Pam now. Luke was a firefighter. She had never imagined a cool, calm and collected young man like him could be so dogged and brave. In a flash, they were at the hospital. Gisela could hardly talk. She looked a horrible sight. Pam looked on at her with pity. “Oh my God. Gisela, I’m so sorry.” Gisela was in severe pain and could only murmur.

Alex looked at me with horror and shouted, "Louisa, you're... You're on fire!" I lowered my head and saw that my whole body was covered by translucent blue and purple fire. "You..." I stared at Derek, who was looking at me with thrill and excitement in his eyes. "You're a murderer!" Derek laughed hysterically and shouted, "Yes, let it burn! Louisa! Let the fire of vengeance burn and destroy everything! Like the fire coming from the sky thousands of years ago! The fire that created Radagast Plain! The fire that killed the first Lycan King! This kingdom was started by a fire and now it's ended by another! Let the fire destroy everything! Let our revenge begin! Let the parasites die for their c

Kain’s voice dropped as his mouth brushed against Luca’s jaw, “you’ll regret it.” Luca whispered, “Y-y-yes.” Kain smiled. The devil, dressed in black. The crowd swallowed them whole. Luca stepped into hell. And for the first time, he realized he hadn’t just survived the fire. He’d only stepped into the next one.

Dante remained silent, processing Luca’s words. Luca continued, “I thought about it long and hard. The mafia is all I’ve ever known. You are the only brother I’ve ever had. But I watched you tonight, Dante.” His voice was full of conviction. “You chose Isla, despite everything. Despite the war, despite the bloodshed, despite the risks. You chose her over everything else.” Dante exhaled slowly. “And I realized,” Luca went on, “that I want that too. I want a life where I’m not constantly looking over my shoulder. Where I can wake up next to the woman I love without wondering if I’ll be dead before the day ends.”

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.

What life will I have when my whole world was ripped from me? “Let's go, man. Are you planning to burn to death?” Luca pulls me along my legs feeling as heavy as lead. I watch from the window as they all scream and plead for their lives while they burn. When we reach outside, Alex then presses on the switch for the bombs we had planted and the whole place blows to shit with every motherfucker who dared come after those I love inside.

I had never seen Frankie look small before, and the sight broke something open in my chest. The firefighters moved with brutal efficiency, hoses roaring as water slammed into a fire that refused to die quietly. Someone shouted that the structure was compromised, that no one could go in now without losing more lives. I heard the words without understanding them, my mind locked on the image of Luca walking into that building earlier, blood on his shirt and calm in his eyes. He had told me to stay, and I had listened, and now staying felt like a sin.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Mitchell POV "Drop the barrier or I rip your throat out right here," Luka growls, his voice slicing through the roar of the wood snapping in the heat. I do not look at him. My eyes are locked on the wall of fire cutting off the main street of the pack house. The air tastes like petrol and charred fur. It burns my throat with every breath I draw. "She is not in control, Luka," I say. "I do not care," he snaps.

“Are you entirely certain, Ivanov? This feels very... personal to your bloodline.” “It is, but my beast wants to share these markings with you, Luka.” Luka lifts the hide cover and starts at the very beginning, studying each ink line like he is saving the drawings directly to his memory. They are all scribbled in thick black fluid, beginning during the cold January moon. “This is your entire life captured in tiny moments,” amazement fills his tone as he flips pages. “Tiny but significant changes,” I say, watching his expression soften in the sunlight. “The pack highlight reel.”