Lukas From Minecraft Story Mode Novels & Stories

Dave warned his little sister, walking away. "I'd never allow Loki to treat me like that." She whispered walking to her room. Needing a drink, Lucas headed to a bar in Lunari lands, Lucas was on his 3rd whiskey. His eyes burning into his drink, as if it would burst into flames at his will. Anyone who walked by and looked at him, could see the gears in his head turning, and left him alone, aside from one wolf, a ghost wolf from his past and present, left him alone.

From the lowest to the highest floors of the skycrappers, each one of them is glowing mostly in white lights, rending alive the nightlife. I may have always wanted to light a lantern but I don't even know how to unfold this thing. "Be careful." Eren chuckles on seeing me struggling. "You will break it." I raise a brow. "And you, you won't break it?" "See by yourself." He smiles haughtily, taking the lantern from my hand. He is just bluffing. I fold my arms and watch him act as if he knows everything.

She helped me sit up. “Oh dear, thank the moon goddess you are okay." “Mom…" My tears dripped down my cheeks. She pressed my face over her chest. “You are making me sick, Beta queen." A deep voice scowled behind me. Mother rushed to her knees, pulling me closer to her. My gaze went around the room. Masked wolves were standing all around us. The entire room was a mess and Mandy was kneeling beside the boots of a large he-wolf. I recognized him immediately; he was Alpha Magnums Lucien Klaus.

He was wearing a black uniform I'd never seen before—a tailored jacket with silver buttons, a white shirt underneath, the collar unbuttoned just enough to show the hollow of his throat. "I'm Lukas," he said. His voice was warm, accented in a way I couldn't place. German, maybe. Or Dutch. "And you're Ela." It wasn't a question. "How do you know my name?" He shrugged, that smile still playing on his lips. "I know a lot of things, Ela Demir. I know you're from Istanbul. I know you're seventeen. I know you think you're human." My heart stopped. "What did you say?"

"Checking. Fuck! Iron Serpent." "You're going to need an escape route, you wankers. IS doesn't play games. They'll bomb you into the air, search for survivors. If there are any, you're going to wish you had died the first time ‘round," Lukas said. He hoisted Kiema higher in his arms. He pushed up from the couch. Set her down in his spot. He rushed to the kitchen area, ran a glass of water. "Xan. Focus," I said as my brother watched Lukas leave our favorite lady's side.

“What? No….no I didn't. You're lying. I would never do that” The voice cackled as if I just said something extremely funny. “You cannot change who you are. Your true identity. Accept me and we can do great things together. Destroy everyone who hurt you” “What are you saying? What true identity?” The world around me faded and I was back in the fog again. “Hello” all I heard was an echo of my own voice. I turned when I heard someone coming behind me. Lukas appeared from the fog, his lips curled up in a smile.

Max: “Because you seem as a trustworthy person and to be honest, I might require your help in the foreseeable future and it would be better for us if we know each others real identities, In fact,I already know you right ‘fluffy’ “. Lucifer froze at those words as some distant pleasant memories started sinking in from his childhood. "Monkey".....trembling, Lucifer said, which brought a smile glowing as a 90watt bulb on Max’s face. System: Seriously... .... ..... Author: Don't doubt this San author or author San or nevermind this f*ng author. Lucifer: Anyways, how did you know that I am Fluffy? Max: "Easy....because you were chattering about our village and how it was in your childhood compare

Lukas teased mercilessly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "E-Eaten?!" Annabel froze mid-swing, her spoon hovering in the air as full-on alarm mode activated. "Mommy will be eaten by Uncle?!" "Didn't I warn you yesterday? I'm a big, bad wolf in disguise," Lukas continued his playful torment, leaning forward with exaggerated menace. "So I can gobble up your Mommy whenever the hunger strikes—and she's no match for me since I'm bigger, stronger, and way too powerful for her to fight back." He flexed his bandaged hand dramatically for effect. "If you don't want your Mommy ending up as wolf chow, you'll hand over that food tribute right now."

Lukas “This is between you and me, Tobias,” I said. “No one else has to die.” Tobias raised his brow at me, his face the picture of surprise. I kept my composure as I uttered my next words. “I, Lukas Daniel Aidamir, challenge you, Tobias Arnold Bancroft, for the throne of the kingdom of Volkor.” Tobias gave me a calculating look, and then lowered his gun, handing it off to Felicity.

Lucas did not want a messy war that would end in the death of his own kind, because he was a man who liked to play long games where he was always the one holding the best cards. He walked over to a stone chair that sat in the middle of the ruins of an old castle, sitting down with a grace that hid the monster living inside his chest. He began to tap his fingers on the arm of the chair, his mind working through a thousand different ways to hurt the people who had stolen his future queen.