Luka Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

“Shit.” “Be careful” Luka reminded me as he stood up and pulled the soaked cloth over my head. Even the white spaghetti top I had under the jacket now turned into a hot compress. It does not hurt that much, but only then did I realize Luka can now see all the bruises on my exposed skin. “What the hell?” Luka’s tone was a lot calmer than Marco’s. “This is nothing” I grabbed the hoodie he was holding only for him to pull it away again.

“If we’re moving, we move before the streets wake. I’ll take point. You two keep your heads down.” He didn’t wait for an answer, just strode out into the morning like the air itself owed him passage. Luca leaned heavily on the wall before pushing himself after him, and I slipped an arm around his waist before he could pretend he didn’t need me. His weight was solid against me, grounding and terrifying all at once. “You’re bleeding worse,” I whispered. “I told you,” he muttered. “I’ve had worse.” I bit my tongue, swallowing the scream clawing up my throat. Because the truth was simple: worse didn’t matter. Umbra didn’t care how much blood Luca could stand to lose. He only cared about how much

“He’s getting back to Orheroad.” “Ah,” said Lucas with a mischievous smile. “The mating festival, isn’t it? And with it, your engagement party.” He leaned forward and scooped his goblet up in his palm. “I do wish to join the festivities, you know. It would be fun to see your fiancée…in the flesh.” I watched the red liquid in his glass as it swilled around in a circle. Cherry red—like wine, but richer. Blood. It was most certainly blood.

It wasn't until I looked down on my chest and saw blood that the pain hit me. A full-blown war broke out immediately. My men tried their best to subdue Luka, but he killed most of them with single blows. I had never seen anything like it. He was a beast!

My rage ignites. You want us dead? Come and try. The juice roars through me. Layla takes over. I shift mid-sprint and tear into the nearest soldier. Bone cracks. Screams. A click. Layla pounces to avoid the blast, then grabs a human by the shoulder, looks into his eyes— And breaks him. He turns. Shoots one of his own. We turn him. We keep moving, trailing chaos. Drake slices throats and dodges bullets. I leap, rip, and snarl, blood soaking my fur.

When the door finally opened, I stumbled to my feet. “How is he?” “Luka has a brain hemorrhage. I have called for some staff to bring him to the clinic so I can perform surgery. Don’t worry, after we deal with the excessive blood in his brain, he will heal quickly.” As soon as the Doctor finished talking, a group of werewolves, wearing medical lab coats arrived. “Can I see him before you go?” I pleaded. “You can see him as we prepare him. Please don’t take too long. The sooner we deal with this, the better of a chance he will have. While he is a werewolf, this kind of injury will prevent him from healing properly and might even cause lasting effects.”

Sia had a mate out there and should stop. "Lyles, this isn't really a great idea. The blood thing is too personal and Sia has a mate" Lukas warned. What Lukas said held no meaning because Sia's black blood was already pouring into her open mouth like water. Crinka drank as though her life depended on it. Sia was growing weak from blood loss and as much as he tried to assure himself that he won't die, he had to be careful not to pass out. If an Icelander passed out from blood loss, the effects could be dangerous. While Crinka's heart beat is more pronounced, Sia's own was fading away.

Fresh, dark red blood began to flow slowly from his temple, trailing across his sharp jawline and dripping onto the floor. "Lucas! What are you doing?!" Aria screamed hysterically. She instantly stepped forward, intending to approach the man who was now trembling violently on the floor. "Don't come near me, Aria!" Lucas barked, his voice raspy, deep, and shaking violently. He raised his head, revealing a heartbreaking look in his eyes. Cold sweat and blood mingled across his handsome face. His hand holding the glass shard trembled wildly, dripping blood from his own palm as he gripped its sharp edge.

Behind us, in that darkened bar, Lucca curled up in his own blood, clutching the discarded ring in his hand. Tears ran down his cheeks.

Crimson red blood. Gulping her fear, her eyes slowly traced the line of blood and a scream erupted through her mouth, with tears starting to stream down her face. No...No! This was not happening. She covered her mouth with her hand and fell down on her butt. On the other side of the bed, Lucas was laying on the floor, covered in his own blood with his eyes almost bulging out of his eyesockets; indictaing that he was dead. His stomach and chest had holes; which meant he was shot to death.