Luther Hargreeves Comic Novels & Stories

Lucian had taken a bullet for me, and I’d left him, bleeding and broken, because I was too scared to face what he meant to me. My phone buzzed in the cupholder, yanking me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen—Director Hargrove, a name I hadn’t seen in months. My heart kicked, a jolt of dread mixing with curiosity. Hargrove was not entirely straight, after his lies against the train heist, he sort of changed a new leaf. Turns out that Lucian had taught him a big lesson for lying and now he was Lucian’s eyes and ears at the field office. I pulled into a gas station, the smell of fuel sharp as I parked, and answered, my voice rough. “Director Hargrove, what’s up?”

Probably because a setting like this wasn’t their style. Honestly? Good. The last thing I needed was a bunch of criminals carrying guns around like we were at some underground deal. “Mr. Hawthorne!” A man’s voice rang out from the crowd. Luther’s grip on my arm loosened gently as he turned to greet him. And then—he smiled. I froze. What the hell? Luther… smiling? Fucking smiling? For a second, I thought I was hallucinating. That hard, angry face of his was practically a permanent scowl. But now? Here he was, offering a handshake with an actual smile.

"We finished this. I watched you solder these joints, Kira." "Someone shredded them," Kira whispered, her hands shaking as she pointed to the wall. "This wasn't an accident, this was deliberate." "A bit of a setback, I see," Hargrove said. His voice was like silk over a razor blade cutting through it. We spun around. Mr Harlan Hargrove stood there, looking far too comfortable for a man standing in a disaster zone. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his charcoal suit, looking entirely too calm. Beside him stood the supervisor, Miller, who wouldn't look any of us in the eye.

"I believe we'll meet again" He didn't reply, he put another grape into his mouth. He'd only talk to a proper Morvacain. Narrator's POV Professor Harvey followed Luther at safe distance. He had a hoodie over his head. He didn't want to alarm Luther. He wanted to keep watch over Luther. It was just who he was. Inquisitive. Curious. Suddenly, a lady landed in front of him. She wasn't alone, there was another behind Harvey. She held a knife.

"I'm sure you'll be thrilled. But too bad, that day might never come." "Why do you sound so sure?" "Because I am. Alpha Hillary doesn't look so good. What if he doesn't get to stay alive until then? I'm not saying I'll kill him off. I'm just thinking out loud." Luther grimaced and resumed walking too. Another hit and I was at the mercy of his words. They were too damned cryptic and I was wrestling to make sense out of them. What the hell was Luther up to now? It didn't feel like he was just thinking out loud. It felt like a threat. A warning.

Whatever the relationship was between Liam and Gwyneth or how reliant she was on Liam, the only thing Harley knew for sure was that he loved Gwyneth. His knuckles clenched at his sides for a long while as his eye flared once more. Without hesitation, he strode forward, cutting off Liam with his trademark sunny smile. "Greetings, Mr. Luther. I'm Harley Munroe, Henry's cousin. He spoke of you a while ago, so it's an honor to meet you today." Even as he spoke, his eyes never left Gwyneth, but he remained antsy even though he braced himself inwardly. "Also, I'm wondering what's the connection here—"