Luka Miraculous Novels & Stories

Lily’s breath caught. Slowly— She looked down. And saw only one Luca. But his eyes were trembling like the memory of three worlds still hadn’t settled. And behind him— The sky cracked one more time. From the other side— Luke whispered: “…it worked.” Then silence. And Lucifer, somewhere unseen, said quietly: “Or it began.”

I'm a bit disoriented, but even I can hear what the pack doctor is shouting, "It's a miracle! Lucas is healing; it's like he suddenly gained regenerative abilities!" Those words make me smile. "It worked..."

“We’ve already let him in.” “You’re damn right you have,” Luca said, leaning back with Lucia still snuggled into him. “Now hand me that weight again—I’ve got a godfather body to build.” They all laughed. Enzo’s gaze settled on Luca, whose survival was nothing short of a miracle. He's grateful that Luca had grabbed this second chance at life and joined them. Enzo is just happy to have all his ‘brothers’

Olwen no longer felt too embarrassed or shy to let Luca look at her innocent body. After Olwen got out of the bath, it was Luca's turn. He quickly stood up and intended to help Olwen dry off. Olwen smiled, as Luca dried her off with a towel. Luca's movements are gentle and full of love. It felt like Luca was afraid to scratch Olwen's soft skin. Honestly, Olwen could have done it herself. But Luca seemed very eager to pamper Olwen. So Olwen decided to let Luca do as he liked, instead of dissuading and refusing. Olwen would be lying if she said she didn't like it. The truth is that Olwen feels very lucky and happy when God has allowed her to meet and be loved by Luca. Luca's appearance in Olwe

he lisps turning to look at her. Mukura looks at him, “I, ummm, I can, ahh, I have magical abilities!” she squeals on herself to him grabbing her right arm with her left hand and rubbing it. “So, you are a witch?” he questions her. “More or less, I do not know! I just have the abilities. I will use them to help your people!” burst out looking at her hand turning around to look away from him. Slowly, Munashe walks towards Mukura slowly and hits her on the head with a fist knocking her out.

I was tired of pretending to be strong, when inside, I was broken. And Luca was the only man who was capable of fixing me. “Growing old and having kids, eh?” came a low voice. My eyes widened in shock, hardly able to believe my ears. It felt like my heart had stopped beating. I slowly moved my body upwards, to see that Luca’s eyes had opened. I could feel my entire body convulsing, so thankful to God. So thankful for this fucking miracle. He was alive… He was going to make it… And I couldn’t be more fucking grateful.

But my voice was gone. Lucian’s gaze shifted between us, and something flickered in his eyes. Then it was gone. “You’re the Luna,” he coughed, “Three... ” The one holding the gun began the countdown. “Two.” “Lucian...” “And...” “Mira! Let Mira live!” Lucian roared her name, cutting him off and my world went silent. I didn’t hear the mocking laughter. I didn’t hear Mira’s pitiful sobs or the rustle of movement as they pulled her away from the center of the clearing.

“Lucien brought me back. Not you. Not anyone else. He looked for me. He came after me.” Cara’s face tightened. “He didn’t have to,” I said, my voice shaking with emotion. “But he did. He held me when I was weak. He sat by me when I cried. He treated me like I was worth something again.” I wiped my tears. “So no,” I whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. Because Lucien loves me. And I know it.” “You don’t know anything,” Cara snapped, her voice shaking with anger. I stepped closer. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m not perfect. Maybe I’m not Elara. But I am still here. And I won’t run again. I won’t let you push me out this time.”

It's a breathtaking sight, one that fills me with awe. As I watch in amazement, Loic enjoys my awed reactions, a smile playing on his lips. The fire engulfs his arm, a shimmering veil of warmth and light, and my concern bursts out. "Loic, be careful! The fire...it could hurt you!" He chuckles softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Isa. Fire cannot harm me, I was born from the flames." With a wave of his hand, the flames dissipate, leaving his arm unscathed without a single blemish.

We were all terrified of losing her. Luka is still out cold, laying with his head in his mother’s lap, while his father is holding his hand. She embraces all of us, stopping at Luka and placing the gem on his forehead; after a few seconds, a green mist comes out of his mouth and he sits up, coughing as if someone held his head underwater and he just came up for air. After this, she pats his shoulder, takes a step back, and breathes out a sigh. “Now that the parasite has been taken care of, we can start. It’s lovely seeing you all again. Unfortunately, Creed is-”