Luka And The Fire Of Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Samara and Ethan frowned when they felt the power. 'Sh*t!' Darryl cursed after being slightly stunned. 'He's so cunning, bringing all those pills with him. But I must say that Lukas had gotten stronger after consuming them. I'm afraid Samara and Ethan will have a hard battle ahead even if they work together to fight Lukas.' Just then, the Wolfires howled. Subsequently, several Wolfires made their moves and attacked Lukas. While they were up in the air, they opened their mouths widely to let out their Blazing Fire Attack. The fire formed and covered Lukas.

"Sheena, I love you." "I love you even more, Vanni." With the fireworks in the sky, he kissed me again softly. I will do anything for justice, even if it means risking my life. **

Chapter 2: Bus Ride to the School Yes, it was true that Lucas Martin did start the fire at Aspho High's Canteen. He was indeed a Fire Starter, but after that, he was shocked that he was able to do so. Only with the mere thought of finding out he can create a fire that can be utilized with his palms, Lucas can only felt that his world may change with this sudden revelation. Throughout his orphan life, he grew up wanting to be a good and independent man that was capable of surviving this world full of challenges. He also wanted to protect his cousin Moon, who was also an orphan at a young age just like him.

“You’re only making this harder for yourself. Come back to me, and I’ll forgive you. I’ll forget this ever happened.” Elara snarled in response, her eyes blazing with defiance. “I’ll never come back to you, Luka. You’re a liar, a betrayer, and I will never belong to you.” Luka’s fury reached its breaking point, and with a roar of rage, he lunged at her again, his teeth snapping dangerously close to her throat. Elara barely dodged the attack, her heart pounding as she realized just how close she had come to being killed. Luka wasn’t just angry—he was out of control, consumed by his need to claim what he thought was his.

Luna chirped, flitting around Owen like a happy little bird, her voice bright and chirpy. But Owen paid her no mind. His eyes were locked on me, trailing after me step for step. I couldn’t help but stop and sigh deeply. "Owen, we’re divorced. What are you doing? What’s the point of following me like this?" Luna, clearly frustrated, tugged at Owen’s sleeve, irritated at being ignored. "Owen, don’t forget what you promised me." At her words, Owen flinched, his entire body seeming to deflate, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

“Spitting on me will not save you, Hestia.” “What?” Luca smiled,and it was all teeth and no humour. “You remind me of the goddess of fire, Hestia.” “Argh!” I grunted with overwhelming frustration, trying to tug my hands free. But it was like trying to push up a ton of lead with my littlest finger. He looked disheveled, a streak of dark, sluggish blood trailing down his cheek, but the gleam in his eyes was much fiercer. “I love your feistiness,” he cooed his face inches from mine as he tilted his head. “Perhaps I shall not kill you yet. A fiery captive wolf would certainly provide much more...cheer for me.”

The firelight danced across the faces of those gathered, their expressions solemn, their eyes heavy with unspoken words. Luca stood at the edge of the camp, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His broad shoulders were tense, his posture rigid. Despite the warm fire, a coldness seemed to radiate from him. He was lost in thought, a battle raging inside him. Nova, his loyal Beta, stood beside him, watching him with a careful eye. "Nova, thank you for helping Seraphina," Luca said quietly, his voice almost drowned out by the crackling of the fire. His words hung in the air like an apology, though it wasn't one he was willing to speak directly.

Luka's shoulders slumped as the weight of Ruby's words settled over him. He sank back onto the bed, his voice barely above a whisper. "So I'm meant to just... stand by and watch? While my sister goes through something so monumental?" Ruby's amber eyes softened with compassion. She moved closer, placing a gentle hand on Luka's knee. "Your role is crucial, brother, even if it's not what you expected. You'll be there as a guardian, a witness to a sacred event, even if you won’t be there in person. Your presence will provide strength and support, even if you can't directly intervene."

She held him tighter, whispering words of love, of reassurance, of hope—anything to ground him amidst the chaos. “Mommy,” Luca murmured softly, tiny hands glowing faintly. “Why are they hurting each other?” Lily’s chest clenched. “Because they’re scared of losing you, baby,” she whispered. “But I promise… I won’t let them take you.” God snarled, noticing Luca’s glow reacting to Luke’s attacks. He surged forward, energy blasting outward, slamming into Luke with the force of a small star exploding. Luke skidded across the floating ruins of Heaven, leaving scorch marks on the fractured sky.

CHAPTER ELEVEN – FIRE AND LIES The fire spread faster than I thought possible. Flames licked the ridge like angry fingers, cracking the earth beneath our boots. The air was thick, choking, each breath burning my lungs. Luca clung to me, eyes wide with terror, and I felt a pulse of raw fear that made my hands shake—but I forced it down. There was no room for fear. Not now. Bishop’s laughter echoed over the inferno, carried by the wind like a promise of death. He had positioned himself above us, eyes glinting with satisfaction. And the second spark plug… glowing faintly red, perched on the edge of the ridge like a ticking bomb.