Luka Miraculous Novels & Stories

I turned and I saw Lucia running towards us. "Thank heavens I found you!" she said when she finally stopped in front. "And who is?" She looked at Lancelot. "He is Lancelot, Lucia." Her eyes narrowed but afterwards, her lips fell apart as though realization just hit her. "Oh my, don't tell me he is the... man who was cursed decades ago? He is really alive?! I can't believe this!" I nodded. "Yes, Lucia. He is indeed that cursed man, the magical healer's son."

He felt her coming closer to him. Will he be able to resist the call of nature now that she was getting close? His name is Luke Brant, and he is one of the rarest supernatural beings that walk the earth. He is a phoenix. Dear readers, the new adventure is starting. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. You can join me on social media if you'd like... I always answer :) Instagram: @author.oceanwide Facebook page: @author.ocean.wide

The same as me, she’s barely holding it together. Suddenly, Luka appears at my side, but at least he keeps some distance and instead of crowding me, he leans against the wall next to the door. “Still nothing?” I shake my head. “Than said there’s no magical fix. No curse, no entity riding him, just trauma or damage. The doctors don’t know yet.” I whisper, eyes still focused on the scene behind the door. “He tried to protect her, Luka. Alister protected Ophelia, lost his voice, and now, he even tried to claw out his throat.”

she added gently. Anita smiled bitterly and turned to her ladies. " We can't stop faith, she is fickle. We can only hope for the best," she told them. This was when Akira recalled something, and her pupils shrunk slightly. " Luna, is that the reason why that strange being you told me, tried to kill you? Was it sent by the moon goddess?" She inquired immediately, feeling curious and eager. Anita squinted her eyes and looked away from Akira to Andrea. " I don't think so. Someone else is after my life."

They were taken to an orphanage because no one suspected the little girl. Kira was traumatised by her parents' death, her powers and how it almost killed her brother. The scar ran deep and she was a walking corpse until she met her, Lula. Lula was a sorceress and priestess reincarnated into the body of a blind seven-year-old girl suffering from a terrible and unnamed disease, as punishment for her past life's mistake. She saw the powers of the siblings and approached them. She successfully healed Kira's heart and in the last six months of her life, she taught Kira everything she knew about magic and transferred the last of her powers to her as a gift, making Kira the strong magic user she wa

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and desperation. Mia blinked, her brow furrowed, while Lucia leaned forward, trying to decipher his cryptic excitement. “What are you talking about, Luke?” Lucia asked, bewilderment seeping into her tone. “Maurice Mayer,” Luke announced, rising to his feet as though declaring a royal decree. “He has agreed to help us. Not just help, transform our lives. Our status could change overnight. We could stand among the elite, dine with the powerfull, all thanks to Mia.”

I only wanted to stay a little closer to you. Now I return the life I once saved. I return your Luna’s place as well. We are even. Lucien stopped breathing for a moment. Then he picked up the rescue record. The old paper crackled in his hand. At the top was Elara’s photograph, younger and smiling into the light. Beneath it, in a neat official script, was her name. Elara. The date matched the northern fire. Everything inside him seemed to shatter at once. He remembered smoke and heat. He remembered a thin back bent beneath his weight, a voice in his ear forcing him to stay awake.

Human Luna. Maya’s breath hitched violently in her throat. Her name, Maya Scott, was circled in stark red ink right next to those words. Panic, cold and sharp, flooded her veins, chasing away the exhaustion. She frantically flipped through the rest of the file. There were incident reports detailing shifts, territorial disputes, and Moon Goddess rituals. There was an entire section dedicated to Thomas Caldwell, categorized under a threat level designated as Mutiny. This wasn’t a corporation. This wasn’t a mafia. This was a cult, or something entirely outside the realm of human logic.

POV: Keira I couldn’t breathe. Riven’s words kept replaying in my head like some cursed chant. “Kai killed your brother.” My ears rang. My chest tightened. The world around me blurred. “No,” I whispered, rocking slowly where I sat, dirt and blood mixing beneath my knees. “No, no, no…” Luka was brave. Warm. He used to carry me on his back and hum that silly wolf lullaby when I cried. He’d promised—he promised—to come back for me. I was twelve.

“But the flames chose her. It swallowed her body and gave her back her purpose. Her blood carries the ember of ancient wolves. Do you not feel it, Luna? The tide shifting?” I felt it and I am sure seraphina felt it too. Because she looked sick. Fear was written all over seraphina's face. She wasn’t ready for a reckoning and it made me scared too. Because no matter what I felt towards her I betrayed her as well. I rejected her when no one stood by her. King Marcus rose from his seat. “I won’t have ghosts haunting my court or my kingdom,” he said with a snarl. “If Thalia lives, she’s a threat. And threats must be eliminated.”