Luke Cage Willis Stryker Novels & Stories

"The one you’ve been howling about at practice. Castel." "I don't howl about him," Luke lied. His heart slammed against his ribs. "You do. But seriously? The one on the right? Brandon Cole’s rival?" Jax made a face. "He looks like he’d rather read a scroll than skin a deer. Now the guy in the middle—Andre Walker—that’s a wolf who’d do you dirty. He’s fifty times sharper." Luke’s back straightened. His claws pricked at his gloves. "No. Cass is the one."

Caleb stood up next, leaning on Thomas for balance. "What's your name?" Noah asked, watching the scarred brother carefully as they walked out of the tunnel into the cold wine cellar. "I don't have a name," the stranger said flatly as he led them up the narrow stone stairs toward the kitchen. "Arthur Vance called me Subject Eleven. But the doctors at the private facility in Maine just called me Luke." Luke led the six brothers through the pitch-black kitchen of Blackwood Manor, exiting through a small side door that opened into a thick patch of pine trees behind the house.

He stared at Anthony and asked, "Who are you? Do you know who I am?" Anthony smirked and patted his face mockingly. "Then tell me, who are you?" How dare he eye his woman? This guy was asking for trouble. Luke was choked by Anthony's grip, his face turning red as he gasped for air. "I... I'm the heir of the Wesley family, Gregory Wesley's only grandson." Anthony didn't care at all, laughing even more wantonly. "So, if I kill you here today, will the Wesley family come to an end?"

“His name is Cesar Williams, and his moniker is Rage.” Upon hearing that, Mya said, “I’m acquainted with Rage. He’s an important person working under Lucas. He was even involved in the Battle of Azure Creek.” Adrian thought about it and rejected Lena, saying, “Since your father is on the island, that’s all the more reason I can’t bring you along. I won’t be able to justify it to your father if something happens to you.”

I said to her as I climbed out I settled her against the back of the tub. “What is urgent?” she asked. I dried off and wrapped a towel around my hips. “No idea.” I went into the bedroom. One look at stravos told me this was bad. “What is it?” He glanced toward the bathroom. I followed his gaze, then walked over closer to him. “What has happened, Stravos?” I asked more quietly, so Hope wouldn’t hear. “There has been a shooting.” My entire body tightened. “Who?” “Luke, He is being airlifted to Bellevue Hospital right now.”

He wasn't convinced, but he'd been outvoted on this ridiculous plan. Luke in a monkey suit was still Luke, no matter what Zain said. There was no way Luke would pass inspection as some wealthy playboy out to find a new toy. One glance and any of Cruz's goons would spot Luke for the predator he was. Mason, Luke, all of them-they were trained soldiers, and it was woven so deep into the fabric of who they were that there was no masking that. "Travis should go in, too," Mason said again. At least if Luke was going in, he should have back-up.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Stryker ordered, but neither man obeyed. “What is going on?” I demanded, shoving past Stryker to put myself between the two men. “You and your freaks don’t belong here!” Luke yelled, once again trying to lurch at Dirk. I had to admit that Luke no longer seemed like the lost puppy always following around Chloe and Britney, he had undeniably filled out. He was a large guy with bulging muscles and veins popping out everywhere. If I were a weak little girl, I would probably be afraid of his anger.

“Look at that. That’s not business. That’s not strategy.” I swallow hard, throat dry despite the tequila heat still coating my tongue. My pulse jumps watching him like that — a mix of fear and something darker, a sick comfort in knowing that kind of rage belongs to me. He isn’t just protecting his house. He’s avenging me. Kade’s voice lowers, almost reverent. “I’ve seen him execute men for looking at his property wrong. But this—this is different. This is rage.” Static crackles from his comm, then Vex’s voice, flat and precise:

A thin white smoke began to rise from the wound. A Silver bullet. The wolf let out a guttural growl and fell with a loud thud. I looked up at the shooter. It was one of our pack's soldiers. “I warned you not to come outside,” Kate scolded. “I couldn't leave you out here” The floor was littered with bodies of dead and injured servants. The soldier gestured urgently. “Alpha Lukas sent me to escort you to safety” “He did? Is he alright? What about Micheal?”