Luke And Mara Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Luca doesn’t move at all. “No,” Mara says quickly. Too quickly. She shifts in her seat, adjusting her posture like she’s trying to correct something she didn’t mean to reveal. “I mean, no,” she repeats, slower this time. “We’re not.” A small pause. She glances at me, then back at Ethan, then finally at Luca before looking away again. “I like him,” she adds, almost reluctantly. “But he’s confusing.” I press my lips together, keeping my face neutral.

"Every day. Every choice. His heart." I stepped back. My mother stepped forward. She lit the pyre. The flames rose. And Marcus Blackwood became smoke and ash and memory. --- The pack lingered after the funeral. Wolves hugged. Cried. Shared stories about my father that made me laugh and ache in equal measure. Amara stayed close to my side, not touching, just present. Liam stood near the edge of the crowd, his throat bandaged, his eyes shadowed. Maya was beside him, her hand on his arm.

Wolves turned away. Pairs re-formed. Weapons lifted. Nobody stopped being curious. They simply became quieter about it. Luca appeared beside me. “Well,” he murmured, “that was memorable.” I stared at him. “I growled at my father.” “I noticed.” “That is not comforting.” “I’m getting there.” He glanced towards Victor. “For the record, I think Mara looked more frightened than you did.” “I was terrified.” “Yes, but you did it with excellent posture.” A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

“Patient. The kind of person who makes a pack better just by being in it. I believe with everything I have that she would be an extraordinary Luna for Blood Moon. I would never presume to disobey your orders, Your Majesty, and I say this with the deepest respect, but I am asking your permission to marry Hailey and give Blood Moon the Luna it deserves.” He finished. He folded his hands on the table and sat there looking earnest and long-suffering and I genuinely had to remind myself that we were sitting in front of the Lycan King because if we hadn't been I would have slapped him. Twice. Three constructive slaps even. How dare he? He wanted permission to marry Hailey.

His face hardened into something unrecognizable, something cruel. “I should’ve known,” he said bitterly. “Marrying you was a mistake.” The words pierced deeper than any blade. My knees nearly buckled. My lips trembled, but no sound came. Luke’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with fury at Marcus’s words, but I couldn’t even look at him. My whole world was crumbling. Marcus grabbed his jacket, his movements sharp, violent. “Don’t expect me to play the fool again, Amara. You want him? Fine. You can rot together.”

Lucas goes to the pantry and returns with some meat. He sets it on the counter and starts to carve. There comes a knock at the cabin door. "Are you expecting company?" "No." He goes over and answers it. There is a woman there. She peers straight past him. Straight at me. "I thought I saw you talking to someone outside," she says to Lucas. She barges past him into the cabin. "Who is she?" she demands. I stand and face her. "I am Marla," I say. "Marla?" she asks. "There is no Marla in our pack."

Mara laughed and hugged him too. That night they went out for late pizza, the four of them crowded into a booth at the corner place that had been there since Ethan was in college. They talked over each other, sauce on chins, laughter loud enough to turn heads. For once no one minded the glances. Winter passed. Spring arrived with rain that smelled of earth waking up. Luca turned fourteen, taller than his mother now, voice cracking in the middle of sentences. Mara received early acceptance to a theater conservatory program in Boston. She would start the following fall.

Luna Amanda paced back and forth across her small room in the servant's quarters. Her heels clicked against the wooden floor, a steady, determined rhythm. She was dressed plainly but her posture was regal and fierce. Mara sat on the edge of the bed, smirking. "For sure now," Mara said, grinning, "Alpha Jake will throw away Emily-that is, Giselle."

She looked happy and excited “I miss daddy too, mommy!!!” Mia added as she came closer to hug her mommy “We will meet daddy soon! So, be nice, okay! Do whatever Dana and Julia said,” Stephanie asked them “Okay mommy!” Mia smiled brightly Stephanie hugged her child and then got up, leaving the suite with Luke. “Luke, thanks for the lunch!” She said as both of them entering the elevator “Don’t mention it! I love seeing the three of you smiling,” Luke said to her. However, deep down in his heart, he couldn’t help but feel sad for himself. Seeing Stephanie and the twins love Martin like that, somehow he is jealous.

Chapter One: The Silent Luna I stood by my chamber's large open windows, staring out at the DeLuca estate. Three long years had passed since my wedding day. The day I married my fated mate. Alpha Luca DeLuca. I had been so excited for that day. Believing that he would claim me and love me for an eternity. The way I believed the mate bond was supposed to be. But, instead, I was met with the total opposite. No marking.