Luka Miraculous Novels & Stories

“Before I became Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack, before everything went to hell.” Elara remained silent, letting him speak at his own pace. She could feel the tension in the air between them, thick with the weight of whatever story Luka was about to tell. She had been waiting for this moment for so long—waiting for him to finally open up to her, to let her in. “I had a brother,” Luka said, his jaw tightening. “An identical twin. His name was Alec.” Elara’s heart skipped a beat. Alec. The rogue king. The wolf she had seen, the man who looked exactly like Luka. It all made sense now. The resemblance, the bond, the way Alec had spoken to her with such familiarity.

Just then I saw Drake walking towards me smiling. "What's going on here, where are all the people who have been infected," I asked almost immediately I set my eyes on him. "A miracle happened Dante, I came to the camp to find out that they are all well" Drake replied smiling, I was surprised by this new development, and I couldn't help but wonder how on earth it happened. "What do you mean everyone is healed, just like that?" I asked feeling confused,

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.

“Camilla, although I love you and I strive to prove that to you every day, I don’t want you to feel that our relationship is incomplete in some ways. I want to dedicate the rest of my life loving you, pampering you and adoring you. You have taught me what loving someone could feel like. The feelings that I never imagined that I will experience in this life time, you have made it possible. You have given me a family, and even such a cute son. I want the whole world to know that you are mine so, Camilla, will you be me luna, my queen, my one and only wife?” I looked at Lucien, dumbfounded. Was this what they call shooting oneself in the foot? It was just a moment ago I asked if he was a propos

I checked his pulse, then adjusted the thin blanket draped over him. “He’s stable for now,” I muttered, glancing back at Lawrence. “But I’m not here just for him.” Lawrence looked confused. “Then what is it?” I took a deep breath. “Luka. His body is being targeted by a witch.” Lawrence blinked, like the words hadn’t fully registered. “What do you mean, targeted?” “I mean, his body isn’t safe right now. Gazelle’s after it—there’s a spell she needs to complete, and Luka… Luka’s part of it. Maybe the final part.”

“Some of the rituals require your wolf form. If you can’t shift, you don’t deserve to be Luna. That is why I brought her. Serena will take over.” Darius’s jaw tightened. “You can’t make that decision for me, Mother. I chose Lyra. You don’t get to replace her.” He paused, then a slow, dangerous smirk curved his mouth. “You’ll keep your deal—with both of them. Whoever fucks you better and makes you come harder gets to stay and finish the rituals.” His mother’s face darkened with rage. “You can’t be serious, Darius.” “You can’t back out of a deal, Mother. You made it yourself yesterday.”

"Lord Mikael gave me orders to take you to France." "Am I going to be bitten by him?" "No, he wants to enlist the help of a witch to kidnap Luna from the Red Crescent Moon and one of those slippery hybrids." "Is he no longer able to bring out his fangs?" "He wants to cover his tracks. Her three Elite hunters were already killed by that hybrid when they kidnapped the Luna." "Why should I help him I'm too busy to deal with werewolves, you know that Hubert!" "Because the Luna is your kind, she's half veela."

In the distance, I could see rows and rows of grapevines. Suddenly, the sun and blue sky vanished, replaced by gray clouds, and it began to rain. "Does the rain bother you?" he asked me. I lifted my head, savoring the cool droplets on my face. "No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else." He laughed, and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo weep with their beauty. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.

Luka was a light sleeper. Even when he was sound asleep, the slightest unusual movement could wake him up. This was due to the unusual sensory ability he developed after he entered the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. Otherwise, Luka would already have died in the pursuit. Awakened by the conversation between Juan and the captain, Luka opened his eyes and saw the surveillance footage on the TV. After a brief casual glance, a disdainful smile appeared on Luka’s face.

The doctor concluded. The doctor teased him further, "It's not just the miracle of the Moon Goddess! But the actual miracle is something else!" Lucas arched an eyebrow and the doctor said with a wide smile, "Congratulations, Lycan Lucas, not only did you get your life back but you also found your mate! From whatever I can decipher, you have found your mate and she got in contact with you and thus, you are completely safe and sound!"