Luka Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

“They’re desperate though. Six month contract. One-twenty total if you can stick it out but I bet anyone can make it that far.” Renee whistles low. “Damn.” “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do it for double. That family’s cursed.” The name sits in my chest like a stone. Petrova. “Wait.” Beth’s voice drops. “Isn’t that the family from that accident? A few years ago?” “Yeah. The daughter died. God. Lily… she was only fourteen. Brother was driving. Kai Petrova. Car got hit and she died at the scene. He’s in a wheelchair now.”

I didn't think twice and just swung it. CRACK. The metal hit the side of his forehead with a sickening thud. Luca jolted back, his hand flying to his face. I scrambled to the other end of the sofa, my chest heaving, my hand still clutching the metal cup like a weapon. Blood—dark, Alpha blood—began to seep between his fingers. It dripped onto his white shirt, a vivid, jagged stain against the starch. "Oh my god," I gasped, the anger vanishing, replaced by a cold, hollow shock. "Luca... I’m sorry. I didn't mean... I just..."

My fingers tightened slowly as I asked, “I just need a box of cold medicine, the kind that reduces fever.” The nurse looked at me but didn’t move. Instead, she asked, “Basic paracetamol is one dollar. Cash or card?” One dollar? I couldn’t even come up with one dollar. All I had left on me was the 41 cents Cole hadn’t spent. The nurse waited quietly for a few seconds, her eyes sweeping over my miserable state. It seemed like she understood something. She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.”

“Revelation.” He suddenly lunged forward, knife flashing. I reacted too late. The blade sliced across my side. Fire tore through my ribs. I screamed, stumbling backward, pressing my hand to the wound. Blood seeped through my fingers. Lukas rose slowly, eyes dark. “He asked for your blood. I am simply delivering.” My pulse faltered. “Why?” Lukas’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Because your blood unlocks him.” Unlocks him? Before I could ask—

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"

Some of the werewolves that pursued the vampires turned back after they made sure they were totally out of the pack. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> “Fuvk!” Lucas roared and pushed the things on the table away angrily. His eyes were very red and he suddenly craved for blood. But it wasn’t just any blood he wanted but a real blood, a human blood. He marched to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of packed blood and gulped it down at a go. “Fuvk you Matteo!” he barked and furiously threw the bottle and it crashed on the wall. “Relax, Lucas…calm down, calm down…” Lauretha tried to calm him.

The refs dive in, pulling them apart. Luke is no longer smiling, he looks completely menacing. With blood on his teeth. The crowd is losing its mind. People are on their feet, screaming, pounding the glass. 𝆓𝆓𝆓𝆓𝆓𝆓𝆓𝆓

Finally, the pipes were too strong to be contained anymore and finally burst, releasing hot tears like an overflowing river. "But how!? Why?" I cried. "I'm sorry." He consoled, his eyes unable to look into mine. "After the attackers were stopped, we found Luka dead on the scene. It's clear that in the chaos of the incident, he was fatally wounded by more arrows that we believe were targeted at you." He said calmly. "You're lucky to be alive." He smiled. For a moment, everything went silent in my mind. The news was still shocking to me. I just lay there confused, my mouth agape in shock, my eyes widened in confusion, and my body froze. My mind raced with thoughts and I felt the throbbing of m

I’d learned that much, at least. I shifted to the side, trying to move past him, but Lukas held out his arm, a cup of water in hand. The movement was so fast, I barely registered it before the water was sloshing over the rim, splashing onto my shirt. “Oops,” he said with a faux gasp, his eyes wide with exaggerated surprise. “My bad. I didn’t mean to do that. Must be hard being you, huh? No wolf to protect you, no strength, no power. What’s going to happen to you now, huh, Emily? What’s the ‘wolfless warrior’ going to do?”

He marched to me from his chair. “Sure. I will do that if you didn’t ignore me the night before. You shut me out, and now you expect me to talk. Seriously?” “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. It was a childish thing to do.” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I am sorry.” “Whose blood was that?” I crossed my hands over my chest. “Luka. He injured his hand in the club, and there was blood. I bandage his hand. That’s why I had some in my hand too.”