Luke Morrow Novels & Stories

Luke whispered in her ear, his hot breath hitting her skin and Mika froze, her body involuntarily shivering at the familiar deep and rough voice of LOMB's leader—Luke Jennings. And he's also the one she's crushing hard on.

Arsenio tilted his head, opening the sunglasses that supported his appearance tonight. [DATA] [Name: Mallory Guan] [Nickname: Luke Mallory] [Age: 55 years old] [Race: Human] [Level: Mafia Boss] [Action Points: 6000] [Victory Points: 4400] [Skill: 920/1000] [Stamina: 830/1000] [Position: Chairman of the Red Devils] [ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Luke Mallory, controls the entire territory of Apple Blossom City. William Guan's third son. Owns 10 mansions. Dozens of luxury cars. Land and many more].

“I had a life where I came from. One that you are not going to understand.” He laughed. “Ah, there she is. The woman with the claws.” I finally looked at him, unimpressed. “If you’re here to defend your Alpha again…” He raised his hands. “I’m here because I saw how the Luna threw daggers with her eyes at the dining table and stormed out like a hurricane. Had to see the damage for myself.” My lips twitched. Just slightly. “Are you here to lecture me too? Like your Alpha?” He snorted. “Nolan doesn’t lecture. He broods. Then he breaks something. Then he blames the weather.”

He was fiddling with a pocket knife, his head lowered. Having sensed Malcolm's eyes on him, Luke lifted his head to meet his gaze, an evil smirk playing on his lips. "Whether you want to fight or play with fire, I'll gladly accompany you." Malcolm's entire body stiffened when he heard this. There were two legendary people who emerged in Merchant City over the last six months. One of them was Joshua Lynch, the man with immense power and influence that could topple the entire city and had become a figure that no one dared to offend.

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

A dark shape emerging from the snow, broad and unyielding. Liam. He moved like fury given form, cold, precise, unstoppable. Kai was at his side, his expression grim, and behind them, four more of Liam’s warriors fanned out in formation. The Darius patrol froze. Even they could sense the shift in power. “Step away from her,” Liam said, his voice steady and deadly. One of the guards sneered. “This is Alpha Darius’s territory. Rogue grounds. You have no right…” Liam’s fist connected with his jaw before the sentence finished. The man hit the ground hard, snow bursting up around him.

Because no matter how angry I was, no matter how jealous I felt watching those wolves whistle and grin at her, ​​I wanted nothing more than to march across the parking lot, grab her hand, and pull her away from every set of eyes that wasn’t mine. The screech of tires tore my attention from the fan shoving a notebook in my face. Heads turned in unison as a sleek, black Lamborghini rolled right past the queue and into the center of the parking lot. The roar of its engine silenced the chatter around me for a moment. My stomach dropped, then immediately tightened in anger. I knew that car. Luke Whitmore. Future Beta of Moonveil. Son of their current Beta. Quarterback of the Veil Claws. And a coc

Among them was Luke Snow, the son of one of Dad's former comrades-in-arms. Luke was the spitting image of a typical Volarian. He was large and burly, with tanned skin. His laugh was exceptionally bright and carefree, giving off the impression that he was a warm person. I ended up joining the medical team in Volaria.

Nicole's brows knit tight. Seriously… What was wrong with this guy? She had been too far away during the execution to see Luke's face clearly in her past life, but the official report had laid it all out. He was a mixed-race drug trafficker who got his start up north, then smuggled product across the border and landed on the most-wanted list. It was enough to put him away for life, several times over. He had been on the run ever since.

"Luke excelled in martial arts and was on the verge of becoming a martial supreme. "Unfortunately, he went berserk while training in his teens, which made him very violent, often doing extreme things. His demise was inevitable. As for Derek, he's a natural in the Mystic Arts, able to enter deep meditation from a young age." That was the first time Chad heard Marshawn talk about his grandsons, and he was amazed by their exceptional talents. Marshawn said, "Luke's violence made him many enemies outside. So, the incident was both unexpected and expected. I knew you weren't the killer from the start, but my subordinates listened to rumors..."