Luke Castellan Age Novels & Stories

Alpha Kyle's voice drifted into my ears and I couldn't help but shiver. Before I could react, I was taken away and thrown into the dungeon. But then this time, I care less about anything. I was going to escape tonight. I had already decided, I was sure that getting out of the dungeon was going to be a hard thing. Thinking about this, I sat upright as I began to map out a plan. Over the years, I had known the pack like the back of my hand so I had begun formulating a plan. But then my biggest obstacle was how I was going to get out of the dungeon.

Lyra's POV Silence took over the entire household like a bomb had just detonated. "What?" Maelis said. "What?" Cassian echoed. My own voice was internal. What? Luca's arm wound around my shoulder protectively. "What? I'm not too young to settle down, am I? I'm twenty-three. A full-fledged man. Plus, I'm in my last year of college. So I mean..." He shrugged casually. "You've always been talking about how reckless I am, Maelis. How I'd never amount to anything responsible."

"Elena, dear, you can stay too." "It's okay," Luke replied. "I'll spend the night at Amigo. I have school tomorrow." "Oh, right. That's true," she nodded. "School. What grade are you in?Are you still in high school?" "Yes. My final year. Twelfth." "Okay," she replied. "So how has it been? How have you been? How..." Elena looked at Luke. He was happy, she could feel it. "What are you thinking?" "Nothing," Elena said, feeling the familiar warmth of Daniel's hands as he took her hands into his.

I hear him chuckle behind my back and I grin to myself. Since I came here, me and Luca have become some strange sort of friends. He teases me and I talk back to him, and when he feels like it he snitches and Antonio gets to punish me. But mostly it’s only teasing between us and no snitching. I have tried to get to know him, but he is a very private man. But what I have learned is that he is thirty two years old and an orphan. He was taken in by Antonio's father when he was ten and trained to be Antonio’s personal guard once he was old enough.

I cut her argument short again, spilling the beans “Luke is Salvatore”

Lucan’s fists clenched and then next thing, he shot up to his feet, shocking everyone. “And since when is it, not my turn, younger brother?” He asked in an annoying drawl. Whispers broke out in the room, however, I was quick to notice that Keith, Miles, and Ronan had no surprise on their face. “Even when you regained your legs back at the age of fifteen, it has not for a day changed anything, Lucan.” Ronan started, this information shocking the room even more than Lucan standing up. That meant that while Lucan was thirty now, he had been pretending to be a cripple for the last fifteen years!

"I'm not connected to him. I just heard the name." "Luke killed a man," Caleb answered. "He was nineteen years old. He beat someone to death and he has been sitting in Hartfield ever since." He shook his head. "Kaelen was eleven when it happened. The whole thing was something the family buried as quickly as they could." "What was the dispute about?" I asked. "I don't know the full story," Caleb replied. "Nobody does except the people involved. But it doesn't matter. Luke Brightmoor is not someone worth knowing about."

Rivera muttered. Reagan glanced at her. “You say that like you talk a reasonable amount.” “I do.” “You absolutely do,” Luke affirmed. “So what happened?” Luke smiled faintly at the memory. “Our fathers worked together. Reagan was already acting like somebody’s exhausted CEO at seventeen.” “I was focused.” Rivera looked at Reagan thoughtfully for a moment. “I actually can’t picture you younger.” “That’s because he was born thirty years old,” Luke replied. Reagan actually laughed softly again. Rivera blinked immediately. “You know, because it's so rare to see you laugh, it's always so amusing.”

I asked, wanting to know if he really liked this man as much as he claimed or if he was just watching for fun. “I like everything about him,” Luca said, putting down his sandwich before turning to me. “He can dribble past defenders like it’s nothing. Even Hatherway says he’s one of the best to ever play the game.” He paused, looking at my confused face as I tried to understand what he meant by defender. “He’s only twenty‑six, Tina, can you believe that? I hope Father can buy me a ticket when he saves enough.”

Generals carry out commands as I escort Luke toward the edge of the encampment. “She’s at the castle in Oasia, under Cole’s protection.” “Oh, is that right?” My tone is cutting and dripping with sarcasm. “The same guy who told our parents he’d be using her as a breeder, and if they made any moves to invade, he’d kill her?” Luke squeaks in pain when my grip tightens on his upper arm. I catch up to the warrior leading the other guy, Declan, I guess, to the commanders’ tent on the far side of camp.