Luka Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

“No. I specifically told you to get the hell away from here. You just disobeyed my command.” “I’ll take my punishment later once we get home safe.” Our heads snapped towards the hallway when we heard a surge of wind and whining, followed by a loud thud, glass breaking downstairs. Luka and I shared a look. Sure, hell, he saw the same fear in my eyes. “Let me hide you in the bathroom.” I chuckled as I sucked a breath. “You can’t die alone, Luka. I’m sorry I failed you.” “Alpha, you’re losing a lot of blood and getting paler. Why are you not healing?”

“Franklin, let go! Adrian, stop it right now!” My fingers dug deeper into her wrist. I felt her pulse hammering under my thumb. The phone on the nightstand lit up with a notification, buzzing once against the wood, but nobody looked. Marlene moved finally, one small step into the room. “Adrian, please… he’s bleeding a lot.” “Shut up,” Adrian snapped at her without turning. He stood over Luca, breathing hard through his nose, shoulders bunched. Luca pushed up slowly, using the bed to steady himself. His face was a mess, one side already swelling shut, blood coating his teeth when he opened his mouth. He didn’t say anything. Just looked at Adrian like he was waiting for whatever came next.

--- “You’re bleeding.” I blinked, my vision still swimming from the exhaustion. Luca’s face hovered in front of mine, his brows furrowed. “It’s not my blood,” I muttered, wiping at my forehead and smearing more of the crimson mess across my skin. Mara snorted. “Yeah, that’s comforting.” Luca didn’t look amused. “You need to rest.” “I need to get out of here,” I shot back. “Then I’ll rest.” His jaw clenched. “Seraphina—”

“Mr McQueen?” I look at the doctor, who’s just called my name, and I walk over to him. “How is she? How’s my wife?” “She’s fine, stable, same as the babies. But she’s lost a lot of blood and we need transfusion. The problem is our blood bank is empty of O negative.” “I’m O negative,” Luke replies. “Good, we’ll have you tested and ready for transfusion.” “Thank you, Luke.” “No problem, she’ll be fine.” He pats my shoulder before walking away.

Three days before we were supposed to leave, Luka collapsed. I was in the middle of reviewing the territory's monthly blood supply allocation — the same administrative work I'd been doing alone for four years, the work that kept this city running while its Prince was away — when I heard the crash from his room. He was on the floor when I got there. Eyes bled full red, pupils blown wide, blood instincts surging without warning. His body was trembling, bones shifting beneath the skin. The awakening was pushing forward ahead of schedule, violent and uncontrolled.

Chapter 218: Blood and Consequences The Romano convoy sped through the sleeping city. Black vehicles cut through the empty streets, sirens silent but urgency filling the air. Inside the first car, Luca leaned back against the seat, gripping his shoulder tightly. Blood had soaked through his shirt. Aria sat beside him, pressing a cloth against the wound to slow the bleeding. “Keep pressure here,” she said calmly. Luca forced a small grin despite the pain. “You sound like a doctor.”

the pain is a lot Luke, it burns right in my chest. Luke rushed the table, grabbing a glass of water and fetching it for him. Luca pushed the glass away, causing it to fall to the ground and the pieces shatter. "No!" he yelled, "water would not help Luke, they are doing something bad to her I can feel it. I can feel it in my chest Luke, and she is calling out to me too, she is in such pain, Luke we have to find her please, we have to find her before it is too late to do anything to help her." Luca cried out, his teeth gritting together as his face turned red with pain.

On the battered basin before him, nine bloody spikes lay in a haphazard pile, stained crimson, an unsettling testament to what had transpired. “Done,” I muttered, voice strained but steady. I reached for the crumpled piece of paper, now soaked in blood and sweat, tangled in the mess. The note had once been pristine—perhaps just a scribbled warning or plea—yet now it looked like a fragment of a nightmare.

The place was quite a distance from the mansion itself. “Why are we here at night?” Lilith asked. “Because if something happens… no one will get hurt,” Lucas replied, glancing around them. Lilith nodded slowly. She understood. Lucas always thought about everyone’s safety, including hers. Lucas then took out a small glass bottle from the leather bag he was carrying. A dark red liquid filled nearly half the bottle. Lilith froze instantly, and without realizing it, her throat moved. “That’s...” “Blood,” Lucas replied calmly. “Animal blood.”

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.