Luka Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

Blood. Saul got up from his chair and quickly examined my hands. “It’s not mine” I said as looked frightened at Luke. Luke looked confused as he got up from the bed; “I’m fine” he said as the sheet fell down hanging on his hips. “The sheet” I almost screamed as the sheet was soaked in blood. Saul ran around the bed and looked at Luke’s back. “You didn’t attack him, right?” Saul asked me. “No of course not” I replied as I tried to get out of bed.

This might be his last day on earth. His head was still reeling from the concussion Lydo forced him to drink and it hurts really bad to move his limp. When he opened his mouth to speak, all he does was gasp and gasped like a fish out of water. Finally, he manages to squeeze out a few words. “What did you give me to drink?” Lydo puts up a fake smile. She brought her face closer to Lucas’ and whispered to him, “Dead werewolf’s blood. So tell me where Kora is and I will not give you some more to drink.”

Luke growls and charges at him. The last of them drops to the floor; limp and dead, his heart wrenched out of his ribcage. The florescent lights return, flooding the room, revealing the extent of the bloodbath. I blink against their sharp brightness. Luke looks more beast than man; his broad shoulders tight with tension, every inch of his chest and torso either covered by tattoos or blood. “Are you hurt?” He asks, his voice split into two, and I notice the presence of his wolf flickering bright yellow in his good eye.

“No, I won’t die as long as I break every bone in your body!” Luka shouted and rushed at Juan. The captain frantically raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Luka. Bang, bang, bang! After three shots, blood gushed from Luka’s body as he fell straight to the floor. The bullet holes in his body glowed with a strange silver light before Luka’s body shrank and turned into a puddle. Juan picked up his glass and finished the whiskey. Although Luka was dead, Juan’s shock remained. He urgently needed a drink to calm down.

Cuts laced his arms, his ribs throbbed with every breath, and the spell-sickness—a creeping, nauseating fog that clung to his bones—made his vision spin. He coughed hard, a fleck of blood hitting the dirt. “Mara…” he rasped. Across the room, Mara shifted with a low grunt, her face pale and slick with sweat. Her silver hair was matted with dried blood, a nasty wound still weeping on her shoulder where a witch’s curse had clawed through armor and flesh. She turned her head slowly. “You’re alive.” “Barely,” Luka muttered. He winced as he sat up, arm cradled against his side. “Dante?”

Unbelievable, just unbelievable. “I see the loss of blood is making you delirious, you're spewing nonsense.” Even as I reprimanded him, my tears continued to flow. He looked so pale, like he was holding on to his last string of life. My chest ached to see him this way, tightening with a profound emotion. The fear of losing him. Luke chuckled softly, the sound holding no substance as his gaze darted to the ceiling. “I'm not drinking…” he forced out, “It's for the wound silly…” his voice softer now, eyes closing as he fought to stay conscious.

– Aurora smiled happily. - Traffic jam. – Samson replied briefly. All three people quickly entered the house and chatted. When Aurora heard Samson say he had to go abroad to investigate, she was extremely worried because the airline service checked very strictly. Although Michael could help Samson and Lucasta forge documents, it was difficult for them to carry bottles of dried blood, and if Samson temporarily used Lucasta's blood, it wouldn't be enough. A human body is only about five to six liters of blood but Lucasta is so thin that Aurora is afraid the little girl will die before returning.

He is THE guy for the job. “Lucas, you know I only deliver 100% accuracy. This is tested, approved and trustworthy!" Darren lamented yet again. "It can't be, she doesn't look or act like that Lycans had prophesied” i said, backing up my claims. “Her DNA contains wolf blood and we all know Lycans are just old dudes with baseless prophecies, only a few of them are actually true." Darren dropped as I shook with my body frozen in mid-air.

I can't believe I am taking this giant man in my arms. "Wait Arina... Stop" Luca said from behind and I stopped and looked at him. "Why is there so much blood?" He asked and pointed at the floor and I looked at Romano's head but the cloth there has clotted blood on it. It is not bleeding. then what?... No... Then I looked down at his back.... NO please no...

I heard another gunshot as voices started shouting in the background but I’m too stoned to react because my heart died again as I watch Lucas spit blood while Luna’s pressing her small hands over his gut. “Why is it so cold?” he asked while coughing. Luna’s crying by his side, pressing on his gut. Akira removed his jacket and put it over his wound but the blood is seeping too much, soaking the jacket. “Baby, hold on.” Luna cried. Lucas reached for her face, his hands trembling. He had another coughing fit, blood dripping from his mouth. “Luc, shit. Don’t do this to me.” “I…I love you, baby.” It came almost as a whisper.