Luke Grimm Stats Novels & Stories

We don't keep her in long because her skin begins to get cold and her lips chatter. Luke and I sit up all night, keeping his sister between us. She's curled up beside me, her hand gripping mine. I don't know whether she knows she's doing it but she smiles in her sleep when I give her hand a squeeze. Luke's pretty good company and he's a lot like his sister. Like his sister, he started training after their Mom was killed but he started when he was twelve, three years later. He was always keeping an eye on her, making sure she never stayed out too late or wore anything that showed too much flesh.

While Thompson's and Mama Mia's, the Italian eatery that sits across Main Street to Thompson's, only stays open until 10pm. "Sure thing, Pookie!" Sammy fires back as she answers Luke while simataneously sticking her tongue out at him with a playfu smile on her face. Sammy is naturally beautiful, but when she smiles... she can light up the whole room, and Luke is no stranger to Sammy's charm. Luke has short blonde hair with hazel eyes and stands 6 foot 2. The word handsome doesn't seem like a fair word when describing Luke. Luke grew up working on his family's farm when he wasn't in school, so he has always been "farm boy strong."

Luke is on his bike not far behind. We walk into the pack house. Luke is reading a text from Terry. "Not bad." He starts, shrugging off his jacket to hang it. "Out of 20 Lycans, only 5 died. The rest are being processed and patched up. We keep this up and Red Rock will be clean in no time." He wraps his arms around my waist I wrap mine around his neck. "I would love that. It would be nice to have a Luna ceremony and not worry about gang members disrupting it." I gaze into his eyes.

He has a threatening look on his face. Luke leans to me. “Is that him?” I nod. “Yep.” “He’s…um…big.” Luke’s brows go up. I shrug. “He looks scary, but once you get to know him, he’s…a little less scary.” I smirk at Luke. We get to Lucius who hasn’t said a word. He just eyes Luke in an Alpha stare down. I look between Lucius and Luke. “Alpha Lucius Drake meet Alpha Luke Jackson and his mate Luna Alexi Jackson.”

When she heard the story, which came around when he visited, it sounded a little far-fetched. Until you saw him. Luke was not an approachable man. He was tall, muscular, heavily inked, had a few scars that probably could tell a gazillion stories, and he wasn’t very nice. But—and this was a big but—he kept the town freaking safe. Now he stopped by multiple times a year, and the women went crazy for him.

Luke laid still on his face, looking like he was out cold then in one swift move—Luke pushed himself up and before we could say anything, he had buried a knife in the side of the nearest rogue. Using the dying wolf’s body as a shield, he rushed at the second one, plunging the knife into the second rogue’s neck. He threw the first rogue away, slashing its throat. Marcus stepped forward, tensed. Garron tried to move but Luke kicked his legs out from beneath him and followed it with a vicious jab to his neck, sending Garron to the floor. Garron tried standing up but Luke rushed at him, slashing his shoulder with his knife—then stab after stab, blood soaked Garron’s shirt.

He shrugs halfheartedly. “Is that what you’d like to do with your life? Where’s your father?” “My father, my parents, for that matter, are dead.” He smiles grimly. “I’m so sorry.” Luke shrugs again, “It was a long time ago.” He sits back, “I’m more a silent partner, I have the final say along with my brothers, but I tend to not go into the office as often as some people would like.” “Okay, so if you aren’t in the office, what are you doing?”

Grim stumbled back but never fell. Gathering himself, Grim raised his hand to strike me, but was stopped. Luca’s hand reached out and caught it. “I don’t think so.” Bring my leg up, it connected with his balls, making him double over. Luca grabbed the back of his head, smashing it against his knee. This time, Grim flew backwards, landing on some scattered concrete.

"High Alpha, let’s move our paws," Luke growls from the flank, his eyes fixed on the exit lines. "It is time to board the pack escorts..." Luke had tracked this foolish player's scent for an entire sun cycle, but toward this spoilt heir’s reckless actions, his loyal mind held absolutely no way of understanding the stupidity. Above all, his heart couldn't comprehend where the boy had gotten his skewed, arrogant views of the world from. So right now, his wolf held absolutely zero good feelings toward the Nova Star pup. A pathetic male whose entire life revolved around ruining other wolves' glory did not hold a promising future on the mountain.

“He’s a Lycan. Can you believe it? His beast is HUGE seven foot tall, solid black, gold eyes, walks on two legs and can talk!” I knew Luke was special but this is off the chart. “That’s great man. How is Zander?” “He’s dealing, I guess. I can’t read him. Cathy saids he’s okay, she is really good at reading people. Almost as good as your dad. Oh and she is Luke’s mate.” “Did he break up with the imposter?” “Not yet, I want to watch that drama!” “Keep me posted.” I cant help but laugh. I pull into Emma’s driveway. Today was amazing. I picked her up we had some time together before school and after school. Training went well. Then the news.