Luka Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

He just stared at Liana, who was trying to hurt herself with the sharp shard from the mouth of the bottle. Liana's eyes were blurred by the blood that flooded where she stood. She could not even hold her body up with her two healthy legs. Liana's body fell to the ground, covered in her own blood. She could vaguely see Luke approaching, she thought he was scared and wanted to help, but it was all just a foolish guess in Liana's mind. Luke didn't touch her at all, he even smiled broadly. "My expensive wine has become one with your cheap blood," he said as he touched the blood and wine with a level above fifty percent. "You'll have to pay for that, so don't die yet."

“You did, but you might be one of them now but remember, the hunt will continue. We will continue to die. That tradition will never die until Dar die.” “Might be true, but still, you went after the wrong person. And in the wrong way. You might tell that reason to make yourself feel better but I don’t buy it, I always see through your façade. Good bye I hope you get to be punished for eternity by the god of punishment.” I tell him as I stab my sword into his eyes before slitting his throat and wrist. “Leave him to bleed out, then collect my sword and help me return it. “With that, I moved towards the camp. I have made the statement that I wanted to make.

Though she looks ready to throw herself on Luke if needed. “Well? Are you still half dead,” Hudson shouts. “I…” Luke starts to say, as Mirren raises her finger, and abruptly brings it to her mouth. She bites it, then holds it up as a dribble of blood trickles down. I gape at it, knowing what fairy blood does to Luke. Tate holds me tight in a protective manner, but I’m still in shock that Luke hasn’t tried to get to the baby. I cling to that hope. Luke stares at the blood, wiggles his nose and draws a deep breath. Mirren quickly licks her finger and then laughs.

What if he wakes up at night and comes to my room to take out my blood? "Alright then. I think I will leave you to your thoughts now Laura but if you claim to truly like Brandon, then I think you should be able to sacrifice your blood for the sake of his revenge plan." Luke says. I nod my head at him. "Whatever you say," I say in a bored tone. Luke brushes past my shoulder and walks away. I scoff and stump my foot against the floor as he disappears out of my sight. I groan in frustration as my eyes settle on the dark clouds. What the hell is going on in my life?

Blood splattered across the ground. Luca didn’t stop. Again and again, he smashed the man’s skull against the hard floor. Bones cracked, blood pooled, and the man’s screams turned into weak gurgles. When Luca finally let go, the man’s face was unrecognizable. His head was covered in blood, his eyes swollen shut. His body twitched, barely clinging to life. Luca stood up, panting slightly. He wiped his bloody hands on his shirt and picked up the knife again.

From the look of recognition and hatred on Luca’s face, I realize that it is not a what, but a who. “—And here he is. God, I forgot how fast angels can move with their wings.” Luca dramatizes with his hands as he speaks. “Of course, I would forget. You cut off my wings.” What happens next is incomprehensible. A flash of darkness slashes through the air; it moves above my head and hits the three men in front of me. Immediately, their bodies are cut in two as they fall to the ground. I shriek in my seat as the upper part, up to the torso, of the man I spoke to in the tavern falls at my feet. My body trembles at the sight of black blood. At this point, I don’t think any of the creatures in Alkh

“Tell me what you saw.” Lucas had to swallow twice before he could speak. His voice shook with each word. “They were with Drake. Together. Working with him.” I felt the floor tilt beneath me. Clara’s face darkened like a storm gathering. Jake’s eyes narrowed, already calculating, already prepared for confrontation. But Lucas wasn’t done. “They used your blood,” he whispered, breath ragged. “Mara. Lila. They took it when they hugged you.” I went rigid. “The sigil,” Jake murmured. “The one tied to her blood…”

Kneeling down, I pull Luca into my arms. He barely weighs anything. In the adrenaline haze, everything except this moment feels distant. “It’s okay,” I choke out, but it isn’t. He’s bleeding hard. I suck in a breath through clenched teeth. Luca’s grip loosens as I drape him against my shoulder. I cradle him like a wounded child. His blood feels warm through the towel. I lay him on the bed and slide a pillow beneath his head. The white lace pillowcase is smeared with crimson.

Mariana said trying to leave but Luke's next word stopped her. "I need blood,"Luke said in a faint voice. Mariana found it awkward but she didn't mind,she has accepted him the way he was. "I don't know where to get blood from, okay don't worry,I will ask Hector to bring blood for you"she said to him. "No,he wouldn't give me,he starved me"Luke said to her.Mariana was very angry when she heard this.what was Hector thinking? what is Hector up to?is he trying to kill Luke using the poisoning as an excuse?she gritted her teeth in anger.

Lips pull down into frowns. Meanwhile, my stomach rolls. I feel unsettled. There’s something wrong, something fishy, but I can’t put my finger on it. Fear, worry… they try to nag at the back of mind. And I shove it away. Conversations pick up quickly. Everyone is confused about the whole ordeal. Some run to the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alpha Eric and Lysandra. And soon, the whole kitchen is in an uproar, chores long forgotten. I have never met Lysandra, but rumors had it that she has Alpha blood, a Luna by birth. There were stories of her winning pack fights. And there were rumors that spoke about how cunning she was. “Snake” was the term used to describe her.