Luka Vocaloid Novels & Stories

“You say Carina is your mate as well, correct? That you felt the same pull as she did; the pull of the Mate Bond?” He nods but looks nervous as I ask this question. “You will address your Luna properly,” Fenriz says behind me, and I see Lucas jump before he answers me. “Yes, Luna Umiko,” he says. I nod, then turn to Fenriz; I know he speaks my native language, so I ask him to let Mark then Carina touch Lucas on his back, and they follow his instruction via the Mind Link. Lucas nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden touch, but a frown soon forms on his face afterward.

his deep baritone voice drawled into my ears courtesy of airpods. "Luka," I countered. "Pick up the phone," it was issued as a command, which shouldn't surprise me but I obeyed. I raised the phone to my eye level so that my face was filling up the camera. "From this angle, I can see the insides of your nostrils," he chuckled. I moved the phone back and lay on my side so that I could rest my hands. When he saw the disgusted face I made he burst into laughter. I waited for him to try to control himself before I said, "oh don't stop. Keep going. "

Their whiskey is top shelf. “Say, Ian, doesn’t that Luna look an awful lot like the rogue bitch who escaped not too long ago?”. Ian turns in his chair and watches as the brunette beauty obliviously walk past us with her alpha. “Nah, that wolf had no hopes of becoming a luna. She was a dejected, sad little female. That luna is far too sophisticated”. I wasn’t too sure. I myself haven’t had a chance to ‘participate’ with her as Ezekiel used her mostly himself but there is something so familiar about those green eyes.

Luka growls. God, is it weird that I kind of want that? Luka slides his hands from my hips to under my thighs and quickly lifts my legs to hook my ankles to his shoulders. His hips move with more force, determination and strength. "You're so sexy," he growls out, grabbing a tighter hold around my legs. I've heard a lot of compliments before, but something about Luka, his voice and the way he says it, pushes me so close to the edge that I'm almost afraid I won't be able to get down the high once I reach it.

I couldn’t bear to see another wolf or human right now. “I can hear your eyes twitch.” The voice was so deep and close that I stopped breathing, then a chuckle came after. “Breathe Avara. Don’t die.” Avara. It sounded so good on his tongue. My heart fluttered for some reason and I couldn’t stop it, it had a mind of its own. On cue, I relaxed, taking small breaths at a time. “That’s it. You’re doing well,” The tips of his fingers traced my skin and it almost made me hitch my chest but I ended up bringing out shaky breaths. I felt a small dip beside the bed and soon, I could feel someone looming over me.

I could hear in my own words just how arrogant I sounded. “My name is Beta Devon, Luna.” He bowed his head once more. “Alpha, Beta, Luna… I feel like I have stepped into some cheesy Greek teenage fantasy drama! I didn’t want any of this, you know. The titles. The turning into a wolf the moment the full moon appears.” I couldn’t help myself. I was acting like a petulant child. But I just didn’t care. My life had taken a complete turn, and all I wanted was to get back on the tracks I was on. Everything just came bubbling out.

Did they even know? These questions left Luka feeling restless the entire night. He needed to shift again and feel the earth beneath his feet. He jumped out of bed and walked towards the edge of his balcony. His room was 3 stories up and had a beautiful view of his beloved cliff. Without hesitating Luka bounded over the balcony and shifted mid-air, landing on all fours. He took a deep breath and calmed his nerves, relying on his wolf senses to guide him through his muddled thoughts. He instantly felt better. He enjoyed being in wolf form, and he especially enjoyed the company of his wolf, Drago. Drago had been very quiet since last night, but Luka was too caught up in his own head to notice,

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

I shrugged Leo exhaled as he stared behind me, his eyes narrowed, "Who is this guy? You should have at least put something with lyrics. It's boring" "It's art" Lukas mumbled softly, wiping his mouth with the napkin. He surely had the manners of royals for someone who is supposed to be the devil. I did not know anything about his previous life but maybe he was somehow connected to the family of royals. "That shit?!" Lukas scoffed, "It's Bach. Too sophisticated for people like you to understand" "Yeah sure. I think you are just making things up" Lukas shook his head, "I am not. This is one of Bach's famous composition, a collab with Lang or something. I can't remember the name"

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.