Luka Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

'Do liars eventually believe their own lies? "I wasn't gonna spell it out, but let's be real—I was too naive, too stupid. I know why you married me. My rare blood type. You needed a walking blood bank for Emma." His face drained of color. I didn't stop. "If you'd just asked, I would've donated. But you drugged me. Stole from me. "Do you even get how terrifying that was? I spent nights wondering if I'd fall asleep and never wake up—just another body you drained dry.

When Lucas saw what happened, he thought his heart was going to break into two , The sight was just so depressing and horrible , he noticed the blood flowing from her dress and surprisingly it was a massive drop of blood which drained from her thighs and leaked slowly to the creatures who were about to be awake sooner or later .. " Cara, he screamed loudly with horror," Cara , he called her but her mouth was covered by blood with a very peaceful yet heating face laying on the ground. I shouldn't have told you about this, I am sorry, lucas mumbled as he collected her body . Lucas let his wolf take control and he shifted . His wolf Ryder mumbled , " hang in there mate " we are going to be hom

“Whispers don’t win wars. Blood does.” The scarred captain flinched, bowing his head. Silence fell again, thicker, suffocating. From the corner, Luca’s laugh cracked the tension. Smooth, slow, the sound of a blade sliding from its sheath. He lounged against a pillar, arms folded, lips curved in mock amusement. “Blood wins wars,” Luca agreed lightly, “but too much of it, brother, drowns even the victor.” Dante’s head snapped toward him, eyes burning. “Careful.”

The tires spat water in a spray behind them as they tore down the dock, the storm hammering the windows like fists. Inside, the smell of blood filled the cabin, hot and metallic, mixing with sweat, gunpowder, and the sharp tang of adrenaline that seemed to ooze from their skin. Luca groaned weakly, his head rolling against Noa’s shoulder, lips pale and cracked. “You okay?” Noa asked him, voice tight, almost panicked, his hands pressing down on the wound at Luca’s side. His hoodie was soaked in seconds, blood soaking through. Luca tried to answer but only managed a cough, blood spitting from his mouth, hitting the floor mat in dark splashes. The sound rattled deep, too deep.

The tones across the land were more of a muted gray, and whereas our rivers looked translucent in color, Tartarus rivers were a deep blood red, making the black sandy beaches look like they were leftover ashes from the destruction of the blood rivers waves. Luka walked silently ahead of me; he hadn't said anything since I'd let him know that Miles and Katrina were going into hiding. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me for denying the pull we were feeling toward each other or if his thoughts were elsewhere. I also didn't understand why I cared so much; I'd never felt this sort of pull or connection with another male before, but the longer I was in the presence of Luka, the more I wanted to ac

Luka’s claws grazed his shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood, but Alec didn’t falter. He countered with a swift, precise strike, his claws raking across Luka’s side, leaving a series of deep, bloody gashes. Luka let out a furious snarl, his body twisting as he lashed out again, his movements wild and unpredictable. Elara watched, her heart in her throat as the two brothers clashed, their bodies locked in a deadly dance of strength and skill.

She snarled. Luka trembled and moved backward as she held her cheek from burning. She bounced back. She looked furious. Richard pulled his arm in front Luka. “Back off. I said don’t interfere…” Luka exhaled harshly and gritted her teeth. “I want to taste her blood…stay away, Knight Richard!” She snarled. Her claws were clenched as she imagined how those claws would tear up that bitch’s flesh into small piece and she sucked all of her blood.

I caught him before he fell completely. My hands found his side. Blood. "No, no, no…" Revik tackled the third hunter before he could fire again, slamming his head into a rock. Everything went silent again. But I didn’t hear it. I could only feel the heat of Luca’s blood against my palm. "It’s not silver," he rasped, smiling through the pain. "Lucky you. I get to suffer longer." "Shut up," I choked out, tears falling. "Don’t joke. Please."

Callum knelt on the floor. Luka’s blood was warm and sticky in his hands, the man’s body was already limp, his red beard was soaked with blood, and his throat was a bloody mess. Annie put her hands over her mouth holding back a scream as she rushed to see what made Keira scream. Callum stared silently at Luka’s body, his body shaking in anger. Luka’s last words were still in his head. ‘Rogues.’ Keira stood silently, her body shaking, her eyes wet from crying.

Crow fell lifeless. The blood splattered on Luke, mixing with his own blood from the wound on his side. He was stunned in place as if time had stopped. The bullet came from behind Luke, aimed for Crow’s head. Luke saw the gap it left in Crow’s forehead before his knees buckled. Crow’s lifeless body seemed alive, as if kneeling before Luke. Crow's dark brown eyes lost their light as he stared at the ground, forever.