Luke Morrow Novels & Stories

Lucian tapped his head. "But Darren's smart and kind..." I said. "In Darren's case, it's a bit complicated. He's a hybrid. A rare species. His father's warlock, but his mother's human being, which means that he and his brother can actually understand our feelings. That's why Luke didn't kill them after using them. Instead, he kept them around as his companions. Luke's a very lonely man. His younger brother passed away when he was very little because of his negligence. He was traumatized because of this and he still can't forgive himself now. That's why he needs someone like Darren to stay with him to keep him company as his substitute younger brother. And that's exactly why he was so angry w

"No. We're in this mess because you wouldn't fucking listen. If we had stuck to the original plan, we wouldn't be tied up right now." "Shut up." I growl. "It was going good until Captain Idiot showed up." Gavin looked at me from behind Terry. "Luke, calm down. Give the kid a break." "No. I won't calm down. If people would just fucking listen......" I'm interrupted by a voice in the darkness of the barn. "Better listen to him, Luke." I squint in the dark to see who's talking. "Luke Jackson. As I live and breathe." He steps into the light. Bulky. Blonde hair, half tied back. Tank top with jeans, large boots and.....an eye patch? Can only be one person.......

I could near sense Lucas's worry wave from the dark. "Fine. Fine, I'll hold my spot. Just... hold her. Make sure she skips break under the heat. And dig what the witch knows. If anybody can tilt a dad check, it's her. But Morwen skips free, and her pay ain't cash." He cut the line. I parked froze in the black, the words skipped the script and rein her and the witch swirling in my head like poison mist. Lucas wasn't just watcher. He was in. Deep. In a scheme tying Jessica, a bump, and maybe the hidden, feared Morwen.

It’s all I can do to refrain from laughing, and I hide my smile into my shoulder. “If you guys basically own this place, why are you working?” I ask Luke. He looks like his sister – he’s got mousy brown hair that’s shorn close to his head. There’s several tattoos on his arms, and the tail end of one on his neck, and he looks like a rich kid trying to be gangster. Both of them are delicate, with thin wrists and narrow chests. “Work ethic,” he says. “Dad says it’s good for us.”

My fingertips trembled as I tapped the encrypted frequency that was firmly memorized in my mind. Just two beeps, and the call got through. "I never expected you to contact me." A man's deep, resonant voice came through the receiver. The faint, chilling noise of a chainsaw cutting through bone could be heard in the background. Luke Chance was once the second-in-command of Night Owl Legion. He was also a deranged, unlicensed doctor who was internationally wanted for indulging in illegal live human modification.

They fight battles of their own, which always benefited the operations greatly. Lukas walked past the soldiers, who were forming up to be debriefed by the Captain. He knew the Captain personally and like most of the 666IB soldiers of the Outpost Detachment Bravo, he also had served in the 5ID and had seen combat at the height of the Moro separatist rebellion. He respected Lukas, not because of his rank since he was obviously the superior, but because of his experience and age. Lukas had been in the 5ID longer than him. When he first joined the ranks of the 5ID as a 2nd Lieutenant, he was a new graduate from the Philippine Military Academy, which explained why he attained his current rank eve

He sighs and leans back, then rubs his beard. “No I don’t. I just want to forget it and do better. I can’t do anything to change the past. Maybe I had to do some bad things to know now what kind of person not to be,” he says, just as the marching band starts playing loudly. Luke was a bad person? I can’t picture it. What could he have possibly done? My eyes dart around when I note several Shadow Warriors in the crowd, and they’re in regular clothes, not their usual black. I quickly pale, wondering if Tate might be here. Ohh Goddess!

Her both hands were pressed against my chest. “He must be stopped, Maria. He is a murderer. He killed our teachers in cold blood!” My blood boiled from the mocking face that stared back at me without a sense of remorse. He had been hiding, recuperating from his injury and now he was back. The thought of a safer place now vanished with the likes of him. I gently shoved Maria aside and my eyes never left the hooded guy. “It’s nice to see you again, Luke!” Lance spoke casually. He smirked a bit, his teeth gleamed against faintly lit street lamps.

He laughed out despite himself “ Do you think she is that easy? Didn’t Jessica tell you? The reason I fell for her. She is different. She is unlike the others. She is not your regular female. She is a soldier who is not afraid to take on a mission like this one. “ A resounding blow to his face made him reel back, blood dripping out of them, Jordan tried to shield himself from Luke’s rage but found himself helpless. Luke stepped on him angrily. Jordan’s cry of agony rang out. “When I am done with both of them, I will have their carcass sent to the military camp. I will even bring in my own army from outside the country. I will win the elections and no one will stop it” Jordan groaned in pain

“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.”