Luther Von Ivory Novels & Stories

Luther was ordered to pay 20,000 dollars in emotional damages and issue a public apology. Ivy tried to leave with him, their heads lowered. Reporters surged forward and blocked their path. I finally let myself breathe. Then my phone vibrated in my pocket. I answered. The color drained from my face.

He is more on the soft side, the more on the adventurous side. “ So…Violet… ” Luther draws my attention back to himself. I detach my eyes from the young boy and look back at Luther Vladimir. He places his hands on the table and leans in before intervening his fingers. A serious look crosses his face, telling me it’s time to get down to business. “ How much do you know? ” He asks a weird question. I don’t let the confusion show on my face. “ Enough for now. ” A hint of smile touches Luther’s lips. “ Do you know why Wolf came here? ”

but Luther said he left, he said he wants out. "And don't forget that this is someone who makes a living from killing people, you want to endanger your life again? remember what happened to your child Ivy, I know it's traumatizing and you don't want to talk about it, but you need to think. Yes Luther is a charmer, he has his effect on people. Look at what that effect turned Laura into, do you want to be like her? please Ivy, think about that ". I swallowed hard and sighed. "I... I uhm-, I want to be alone, I'll uhm ... I'll call you whenever I'm... uhhh".

VAMPIRE CLAN HIDEOUT LUCAS In a large long room, a man is standing behind the window, both hands slipped into the pockets of the black pants he wore. He is 6’2 tall, chiseled hard face. His name is Lucas, the leader of the vampire clan. A century old but still very handsome. A lady vampire leapt up behind him, almost in a sneaky manner. Her fangs shot out and her eyes changed colors but as she made to lean in towards Lucas, he dodged to his right, swiftly turned and caught her by her neck.

she rasped. “Fucking hours. I’ve left you to recover. Who’s Jay Jay?” Lizzy refused to answer. Ivan crouched before her. What did she ever see in the man? He reminded her of a Komodo dragon. His flat lizard eyes were black orbs in his cruel face. Ivan’s angular jaw and harsh brow loomed in her blurred vision. He licked his lips and traced her collarbone through her torn shirt with a damp hand. “When you sang my song—”

“Yeah, I’m Luther, the university owner.” Cain stared at the man, and his aura was noticeable. It smiled, but its aura was as fierce as a lion. Cain could not believe that would be his first impression of his business partner. “Cain Montenegro, right?” Luther asked. “Ah, yeah.” Cain held out his hand, but Luther did not accept it. “Sorry, Mr. Montenegro, I don’t use to handshake,” said Luther. “Oh, okay. That’s fine.” Cain said.

At times, like now, it was cute, but other times it was almost nauseous to watch. Ivy, though seemingly a little amused herself, gave them a warm smile in return. "So am I." Then, I moved on to the next couple. "This is Alpha Luther and his Luna Sheryl of the Midnight Pack." "Evening Luna Ivy," Alpha Luther said in a gruff voice. The man had always been serious for as long as I could remember. And he looked menacing too with his sharp black eyes, bald head and large shaggy beard. His mate, though, was the complete opposite and more than made up for his surly attitude with her bubbly one. The petite little thing all but bounced in her seat, her candy pink bob bouncing along with her as she di

Just what kind of formidable figure had the Crawfords offended! "Who's this Mr. Luther? What's his background?" Marius growled at Ivan. Before Ivan could respond, Harry eagerly scurried over and asked, "You're Mr. Marius Crawford, right? Damian Luther isn't a big shot at all! He's just a lowly security guard who works for Spencer Corporation. He's a complete nobody!" A complete nobody? Was Harry trying to claim that the man whom even Saul was currying favor with was a complete nobody?

He walked with the confidence of a man who knew the world was already listening before he spoke. Deborah’s pulse hammered painfully in her ears. She could barely feel the floor beneath her feet. His eyes swept the crowd, calculated, composed and for a split second, he found her. Her breath hitched. But he looked away just as quickly, expression unchanging, as if nothing....not even her could crack the armor he wore. Luther shook hands with Alistair Devereaux before taking the second microphone. “I appreciate the warm welcome,” Luther began, voice smooth, deep, dangerous. “This collaboration marks a pivotal new era for both Cain Dominion and Devereaux Global.”

Even in my weakened state I'd still effortlessly take them out, with a little help from my wolf who had been dangerously quiet since I became conscious. I was led in heavy chains through the hallway to the throne room– a large room, painted gray adorned with wolf statues on either side of the room, a sculpture of what could pass as the moon goddess stood beside Luther's throne. "Alas!" Luther gestured with his hands. He was a large bulky man in his late twenties, jet black hair that fell across his shoulders, a scar that transcended across his left eyebrows that crinkled when he laughed. "Such a shame that you were brought to the Moomicrant in this state," I tried to control the anger that t