Luke Grimm Stats Novels & Stories

If Aurora didn’t improve soon, he was sure he’d be the next one to fall ill. Everyone in the room could sense it. And that was why no one dared to speak sharply to Lucas now. They were all afraid of what might happen if he snapped. None of them were a match for him. Kenneth, at least, knew this all too well. Years ago, Lucas had mastered both kickboxing and taekwondo, never slacking on either. That was why he had earned the title "Grim Reaper." But clearly, Tessa had no idea about this.

Then, he folded up the wheelchair skillfully. Luna stood on the spot, looked at his smooth and skillful actions, her lips could not help but raise into a smile. “I never expected Leader Jones would do something like this personally.” Luke closed the booth and swept his cold gaze across at Luna. “I was born unlucky. I’ve done all sorts of jobs before I joined a gang.” With that, he stood up directly and entered the car, climbing into the driver’s seat. It looked like he was prepared to be their driver.

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.

Luke growls and charges at him. The last of them drops to the floor; limp and dead, his heart wrenched out of his ribcage. The florescent lights return, flooding the room, revealing the extent of the bloodbath. I blink against their sharp brightness. Luke looks more beast than man; his broad shoulders tight with tension, every inch of his chest and torso either covered by tattoos or blood. “Are you hurt?” He asks, his voice split into two, and I notice the presence of his wolf flickering bright yellow in his good eye.

Before I lose it. With a nod, his fingers wrap around mine before towing me toward the front door. "Let's get some fresh air. That'll make you feel better." Luke doesn't wait for an answer. Standing at six feet with broad shoulders, he's a force to be reckoned with, and easily clears a path for us. He's a defenseman and is used to pushing people around on the ice. Unlike everyone else who has shown up tonight, Luke isn't wearing a costume. With the flickering lights, loud music, and unrecognizable people, it's a relief to see a familiar face.

He said then looked at the brown-haired man and asked: "Gray, how many people are there?" Gray Luke has the face of a typical American with brown hair with a hint of yellow, active blue eyes, a high nose, white skin, and freckles on his cheeks that increase his handsomeness. He graduated with a Degree in Information Technology in Computer Science from Harvard University when he was only 20 years old. After that, he also studied abroad in Italy for another 2 years before joining the police department, then was selected to join the task force. This year, he is 26 years old. When Alex took over the Task Force, Gray had only been on the team for 4 months.

shouted Grams in an admiring tone. “But it is werewolfly possible to look this handsome. He is most handsome guy even in supernatural world!” replied Lily in a casual tone. “Now you believe me?” Lily added proudly. “I take my words back. You were not exaggerating! You were saying less. He is beyond handsome. You description needs more words.. He is.. this is… is impossible to look this good. He is not real! Oh my… Wow!” Grams said, her eyes were still focused on Luke’s picture which was taken simply from Nicholas’s phone camera without any filters.

There was even a mild change in his aura even though my wolf was still affected. Luke's grin was gone now. His eyes were moving differently to match up with Elias, and something that might have been the first tell of wariness appeared in his eyes. Every strike Mr. Grumpy made forced Luke a half-step further back to limit his options to close off the angles he preferred. Elias must have fought Luke a hundred times in practice because he was easily countering the moves with the patience of a man who had all night. Luke was good. Luke was genuinely, remarkably good, and under any other circumstance, he'd have been best.

We are such a lucky pack to have them in charge. My best friend is Luke, he is the son of our Beta, George. He’s six foot one, has jet black hair and the most beautiful grey-blue eyes. The girls go crazy for him, but to me, he’s just Luke. Sure, we’ve fooled around occasionally since middle school, but it’s never gone further and has never been sober. Since he’s the Beta’s son that means he is the next Beta when Colin takes over as Alpha. He is also Colin’s best guy friend.

Luke charges forward with a loud growl but I move away from him until he hits a tree . He gets up and turns his head with a burning look ready to attack me again . I laugh silently because I have been training with Luke my whole life and I know his moves and weak points but I won't underestimate him because he is completely under the influence of his wolf . He leaps in the air with his claws ready to rip me apart but I dodge him again . He falls on the dusty ground with a loud thud . I run straight without waiting for him to get up . I sink my claws into his back and bite his shoulder so hard by sinking my teeth in and locking my jaw .