Luka And The Fire Of Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I know fire kills vampires, but your fear runs deeper than death. Tell me why.” Luke writhes in pain. He falls with a loud thud, claws elongating, clawing his way to the door like getting away from me will take the suffering away. “Tell me.. why.” “My mother was burnt to death!” He yells, “I watched her burn to death!” “Jesus, Kol.” Regal facepalms himself as soon as he sees me. He lifts a leg, walking over Luke, shaking his head as his face twists into a scowl. “Playing your games again, brother?”

He was her best friend; she loved him, and though it wasn’t romantically as he hoped, it was still love, and that was something more than she could ever have with Blaze. Luka was safe, predictable, like a flashlight in the darkness of her life. Blaze was the opposite, unpredictable and dangerous, like a flame. But Emilia was family. Emilia was her protector, her world, her sister. And for her sister, she would walk through hellfire, no matter the cost, whether it be her joy, her best friend, her life. It didn’t matter. Because, at the end of the day, as long as they were both still alive, what did it matter? Why should she matter? “Not anymore.” Luka mumbles. “Goodbye, Liviana. Good luck wit

he said, his voice low, edged with warning. I nearly rolled my eyes at his assertion. Irina’s curiosity was as clear as the adoration in her eyes so of course she wanted to know who I was. I even wanted to know who I was too because I was pretty sure I was more than anything Juno Sterling could ever be. Lucan went silent then exhaled slowly before he added. “And that fire… it wasn't an ordinary flame. It answers only to her. It could heal and destroy anyone in a heartbeat.”

Only when I got a sweat forming did a little spark fuel my motivation. As I blew on the smoke, movement caught my attention. I knew what it was, and that only increased my desire to get this fire going. Luca’s emotions were starting to get a little nerve-racking, but he kept his focus. Moving more debris, he helped me get the fire going. “Demi…” Luca muttered. “I know. Just focus on the fire and do not look into the woods.” I whispered. “They are only curious.” “It looked like bigfoot.”

It was a love that couldn't be confined to the shadows, a fire that burned bright even when the world around them seemed to crumble. But like any flame, their love was not without its challenges. The argument with Light, where her insecurities about Luka's growing closeness to Athena had ignited a fiery exchange, remained fresh in Luka's memory. He had held her gaze, his heart bared open, trying to reassure her that his heart was hers alone. Yet, he understood the fear that gnawed at her heart, the fear of losing yet another piece of the fragile world they had built together.

I shut my eyes, a single tear slipped down my temple disappearing into the soot on my skin. I understood now, Lucas had come back too and reborn just like me. In our previous life… he couldn't save Vera. That regret had followed him for seven years. I had seen it every day but never made sense of it but now I do, in the way he feared fire, in the distance in his eyes, in the way he never truly let me in. In the way… he never let me have his child. This time he chose differently, his wolf had chosen her without hesitation. He saved her and corrected his supposed mistake by ending his regret and leaving me to burn.

Luca lifted the gun, aimed, fired. Three shots—dead center. "No kick. Accuracy's clean," he said, nodding. "Better than the last one." "Name it," he said, passing it back. Vera ran her fingers along the barrel. "La Vita Nuova." New life. Built from scratch. No ghosts in the chamber. Luca gave a nod. "Fits." She raised it, aimed. One shot—bullseye. She smiled.

I told him about the gasoline…the way the smell hit before the sound did, the way Luca tossed the lighter without looking, like it was nothing, like burning two people alive was a small administrative task he was completing before moving on with his evening. I told him what Luca said to me at the end. That his father had loved me….That he had always loved me…and that Luca had known it and built his entire plan around it like a foundation. I told him his own last words back to him. "If there is a next life…do not choose him."

"Oh please. I'm just the weak omega." "That was your past life fiamma. You're now a reborn " I blinked at him, surprised by his words. A nod was all I could return, but inside, something eased. His words stayed with me, pressing like a gentle weight on my chest. A reminder that not all strength had to roar. On the far side of the fire, Pyra laughed, bright and untamed as usual. Her hair shimmered like fire under the starlight, and her presence blazed like the fires that possessed her.