Luke Morrow Novels & Stories

Lucas The moon hung fat and heavy in the sky, a bruised purple disc that cast elongated, skeletal shadows across the sprawling pack lands. Lucas navigated the familiar paths with a practiced grace, his footsteps muffled by the dew-kissed grass. He was a wolf of shadows, a silent protector, Oliver’s right hand, and tonight, a traitor in the making. He considered his next line of action. Should he just forget about Chloe and trust the truth he believed all his life? But curiosity had his legs moving on their own accord.

Alpha Luke, the only one of the alpha’s I truly know, since he and his pack have interacted with Xavier's. Both he and Xavier were about five whb his pack moved and made settlements bordering Xavier's pack “I mean, we are talking about a god here…the god of death to be precise, I don’t know about the rest of you but I would prefer not to be dead” he continued. Luke is hot, I have to admit that. With his ash blond hair, whisky brown eyes, a chiseled jawline, fit body and lips that you could kiss all day. Too bad he is also the worst player I know.

"I expected you to forgive them; why are you willing now?Have you already?" "The issue is that they insist on lions disappearing. Follow their instructions. Just date; no one said anything about dating you!" Luke sighed in response to his grandmother's words. He needs to discuss it with Mallory. He didn't want the item that the board desired to arrive from someone else. "False news when it comes to rumors about his former secretary, because Luke is former Carmely, the heir and only daughter of a Filipino-Chinese business tycoon billionaire."

My snow-white paws touched down onto the lichen a moment later. "Well, it seems that anger is your trigger." Eve smirked. "Next time, try a happy thought. It works just as well." She smiled, tilting her head to the side. "Luna, your assignment for today is to practice morphing into your wolf at will." I let out a low, guttural growl, baring my teeth as the other wolves turned their heads. "Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Eve wagged a finger at me, obviously enjoying this a bit too much. Then she leaned in conspiratorially. "Kalyssa, I'm here to help. I truly am. I promise."

And now, she was torn between telling him and staying silent. In the end, she said nothing. By the time she crawled into bed, exhaustion pulled her under. Downstairs, Luke had arrived later than usual, his mood unreadable as he dismissed the driver and strode into his office. His jacket hung loosely over one arm, his tie already loosened. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the dim light. He had been restless all day, his instincts sharp, his mind circling the thought of Oscar Dixon. He didn’t trust him. He had never trusted anyone, the Dixon family he knew had a son, but he didn't know if it was Oscar. He never had.

Because deep down, beneath all the fear and denial, I knew the truth… this wasn’t something I could walk away from, this wasn’t something I could outrun. Because what I had spent years trying to protect, what I had spent four years hiding had just been seen. And Nathan Lockwood… Was not a man who let things go.

"The ice is a graveyard, Luke. You know that. Wolves like us... we don't heal like the rest of the world thinks we do." Jax Mendoza leaned against the bar of Murphy’s Tavern, his eyes fixed on the door. He wasn't looking at the other patrons. He was looking for the pack. "I'm done with the talk, Jax." Luke Navarro shoved his stool back. The screech of wood on the floorboards made the bartender flinch. "I don't care if he’s the lead scorer for the Ridgebacks. He’s touchy. Too touchy."

I don't care if he remarries; we're only here for formalities. I try to distract myself, not wanting to feel sad during a wedding. Someone has caught my eye. I think I know that person. His face is so familiar. “That man over there, I think I've seen him before.” Luke's face turns into a frown. He recognizes the person as well. “That's Adam Brown.” He doesn't like this person but he never really explained why. “Oh, is he that philanthropist? You don't seem to like him very much.”

When he saw Lea with Jonathan and this kid a few days ago after the cruise tour, he couldn't see his face clearly due to the distance, but now from this close, Jayden was looking in a mirror and his image in front of him was his childhood self. "My name is Lucas Troy Amarin. I use the name Lucky Luke in the game, and you can call me Luke," Luke replied calmly. "How old are you?" Jayden asked again, counting to himself, estimating the time between his first meeting with Lea. "Five years and two months," Luke answered. "I was born prematurely, if you count the time between my birth and your meeting with my mother." Jayden admired how Luke looked so calm and relaxed about him. He must be a geni

my father said with a serious face, and I raised a brow and asked him, "Who is Luke?" "Steven, don't tell me you aren't aware of Mavin White... He's Luke's son and Charlie White's grandson," Father said with a more deadly look on his face. As Dad is a black-skinned man, but Mom... She's as beautiful as Thelma, making them an interracial couple.