Luke Grimm Stats Novels & Stories

“Oh, sure I can. Not to punch, mostly, even though I have my stump in a boxing glove.” “So you use it defensively?” “Yep. To block.” Luke demonstrated and she nodded. “Then I use my right hand to just pummel the hell out of my opponent.” “That’s amazing.” “You think?” “Yeah. I do.” She thought for a few seconds. “And is your family around?” “Right here in Denver. Dad’s an engineer, Mom’s a doctor. One older brother who’s a teacher… and me.” Luke gave her a real smile. “Bartender and cook extraordinaire specializing in Mexican breakfast cuisine.”

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.

"But the entire territory isn't that big! Where else can she hide? She's just an Omega! If she escapes on her own, she'll die in another pack's territory! It's not like she doesn't know that!" All color was drained from Leo's face upon hearing Luke's response. Meanwhile, Rupert was completely overwhelmed by anxiety. He kept shouting shakily, "Luke, I won't let you claim that Lori is dead! She won't die!" Luke was a warrior renowned for his exceptional strength within the pack. On the battlefield, he looked very intimidating with his sword while riding on horseback. But beneath his facade, he was a playful werewolf who tended to be very clumsy. He loved exploring around in caves. There were s

I spit a wad of blood on the ground. “There they are!” Simon stopped and pointed over to Grim, holding up his dad. “One and a half.” I joked as we walked out of the trees and into the open. “GRIM!” Simon shouted and held up a hand. “Over here!” I watched as Grim dropped his dad and ran over to us. “We have to leave. Luca is behind us. He is wounded, but that fucking shit took out my dad.” He looked over at me before looking back at Simon.

"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.