Luther Hargreeves Comic Novels & Stories

Hargrove sat in the back, facing the door. He didn’t waste time. “Dr. Judge is clean,” he said. “Boring, even. No scandal. No mistress. No gambling. He’s got some family money, but he keeps his life tight.” Lily exhaled, unimpressed. “And Arlington?” Hargrove’s eyes flicked around the café as if the walls might be listening. He leaned forward. “Arlington isn’t who he says he is.” Lily’s pulse jumped. “Explain.”

Brad turns around and waves at me. Yeah, totally worth it. I'm so glad that I am able to make the boy's day... Luther waits for another five minutes before he approaches me. "Wow, who were those?" He hands me a corn dog. "Just a kid, he recognize me from playing ice hockey." I shrug. "I couldn't deny it. He looked so excited and happy to see me. I just had to give him that picture." I expect for Luther to huff and descend on me with his criticism, but he doesn't.

Heros Green After stopping by headquarters to handle our pending matters and contacting our brothers at the warehouse to verify the weapons deliveries, Luther reminded me that we needed to buy some new clothes for Liora. Even though he liked seeing her wearing his shirts, we obviously couldn’t allow her to keep wearing the same pieces forever. The thought of “forever” echoed in my mind—was he really imagining a future beside her? That sentimental heart of his could be his ruin.

Lucas was strolling while Luther dragged Dexter's battered body along. “What?! How could that happen? Is she-” He stopped his question midway but his eyes conveyed what he wanted to say. “She is fine, we arrived in time.” Luther dropped the leg he had been pulling, took out a napkin and wiped his hands, then he dropped the napkin on the body, and before he turned around, I caught a glimpse of the crazy expression that flashed on his face. These two. They hide more than they show. ‘Whether or not I would regret being in an alliance with them was something I would worry about another day’… for now… my eyes fell on Hazel's sleeping face.

I can’t help it any longer, so I ask. He pauses for a while before tilting his head. “You look familiar. Have we met before?” I raise a brow at him and bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from laughing at his rusty old school pickup line. Shaking my head, I quickly reply, “I’m sure not. I’d remember.” Craig, probably getting the same vibes, clears his throat to take his attention away from me. “Lillian, this is Luther Hale. His pack is an old ally of ours. He’s visiting on behalf of his father,” Craig introduces, to which I only nod my head.

Although it didn’t show. A moment ago, after I saw the hybrid drink a werewolf’s blood, I was so close to losing it. But when Luther showed up, acting like some sort of a celebrity, giving autographs and taking pictures, all the tension in my body evaporated. All that was left was… gratitude and humor, something I didn’t know I would get to find in that hellish situation. When I saw the hybrid’s astounded face while he watched Luther babbling, I fought the urge not to laugh. He looked like he was about to go nuts hearing all the gibberish things Luther said. And I swear, suppressing my laughter was hard.

Leonard, who was even more terrified, cowered in the corner, clutching his head and trembling. Grandpa Eddie, leaning on his cane, slowly walked up to Mr. Hargrove. He still wore a kind smile on his face as he pulled a knife out from his sleeve. Then, he pressed the blade against Mr. Hargrove's scalp and gave a light flick. A lock of hair, still attached to a strip of skin, drifted lightly down into the mud. Mr. Hargrove screamed like a stuck pig. He clutched his bleeding head and began groveling desperately. "Sir! Kind sir, I was wrong! I swear I'll change my ways!"

"Well, change of plans!" Trevor pushed her. "What the heck?!" Just then they heard sirens from police cars. They stopped bickering and noticed that Luther was not untied and was trying to untie Vivian. "How the hell?!!" Trevor tried to get near them but Luther swung at them a wood from Viv's broken chair. He then stood up with the soft Vivian who still hasn't recovered from her almost dying. "I had a tracker attached to myself," Luther explained while grinning.

If it were me from the past, I would have killed your entire family for being this arrogant. Caelum Hughes held his long, thin cigar and said, "Mr. Harvey. Elder Lee isn't as sincere as young people like us. He had fought in the Underworld for years and has slain more people than you have ever seen. He's already showing you much respect by giving you a 20-dollar bill.

A dark sedan pulled up the gravel drive, not where the crew had parked, but on the far side of the garden, near the old tool shed. The driver’s door opened. And Luther stepped out. He wasn't in a suit from Geneva. He wore dark jeans and a sweater, his face drawn with a fatigue deeper than jet lag. In his hands, he carried not a briefcase, but a small, sophisticated-looking audio transmitter and a laptop. He saw me. Our eyes met across the overgrown lawn. In his gaze was no surprise, only a grim, shared understanding. “You got a letter,” he said. It wasn't a question.