Luther Von Ivory Novels & Stories

Paghehestrikal nito at hinalbot ang kamay ni Luther, senyales na hinahanap niya ang kagat ng lamok sa sinasabi ni Luther. Riva was panicking, searching for bites nang marinig niya'ng ngumisi si Luther. “I was just kidding.” Riva, holding Luther’s large-veined hands—paused. Luther’s hands were vast to the point that Riva looked like she was carrying a siberian tiger.

He then led his master to the carriage and watch him leave the area. ***** LUTHER GAVE HIS orders to his men and told them to follow the master's plan. "Make sure you burn this whole place to the ground and whoever tries to stop you, show no mercy," Luther finished grimly. Luther hated the Council. He hated the Elders for taking their enemy's side. Most importantly, Luther hated them for wanting another wolf pack to arise. But he made a vow to himself that he will never let another wolf pack arise and rule the land. Whoever tries to claim the name as the leader of Vinfort shall perish.

I kept thinking of what’s been happening to me, the past few days. Luther grew up as a fine man who can make any girl or even a man turn their head to him. His height is 6’3 or a hundred and ninety centimeters. It’s not surprising for him to inherit his dad’s height. His eyebrows are thick and match his not so wide hazel brown eyes and his tall nose bridge. His lips are natural pinkish lips. His jawline is very visible, especially at his right angle. His body is like a body of a model and his skin is fair white.

“are you trying to say that you don't know who I am? Oskar Wallin? Captain of the Bisons?” “Can you blame me, man? You all look like the same clones of an inbred caveman,” I shrug. “Anyways, this place stinks, so I am going to be very clear with you. Stay the fuck away from Luther.” “Luther? Who the hell is that?” He pulls his lips, like he genuinely doesn't know. “Come on, do not play games. You don't know Luther?” “The kid who asked me for an autograph? Why the fuck would I want to have anything to do with a fan?” Oskar snorts.

the men wearing elegant black suits said with a smile. “They are my researchers. They are humans and they are skilled fighters, too. The twins in front are Tristan, my assistant and Isaac, my righthand man. You can trust them,” Luther explained. He glanced at me. Love and tenderness cannot be denied in his eyes when he uttered, “Welcome home, darling.” I saw Iris running towards me, but she stopped when she was only a few steps away as if she was trying to hold herself back. She looked so pretty in her lilac dress with matching big lilac ribbon on her head which she paired with lilac sandals. Was it her favorite color?

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

he asked. “No, she’s not.” I slumped on a different couch, sighing in exhaustion. “It’s really sad how life got so unfair for her. She’s here fighting to regain her sanity while Luther is out there, destroying everything that makes her pack unique.” Ivan noted with a hint of anger in his voice. I knew he wasn’t just speculating; he must have heard something new about Luther’s tyrannical rule in Jordy’s Pack, and that just piqued my interest.

“I’m sorry about that,” Ivan murmurs, shaking me out of my stupor a little bit. He keeps his eyes on the road. “I didn’t expect her to be…that cold.” “Seriously, Ivan,” I breathe, shaking my head at him, holding the little puppy on my lap, close to my belly. “What the fuck was that?” “Do you have any room to talk?” he asks dryly, glancing at me. “Sending that knockoff Lippert to the coffee shop to lure me away –“

His friends exchanged incredulous glances, their disbelief palpable, yet Donovan remained steadfast, a sense of tranquil resolution enveloping him. In that fleeting moment, amidst the shattered illusions of the night, all he could envisage was the day he would claim Boma as his own, their fervent devotion igniting a future where their love would reign supreme, amidst a world of fleeting desires and hollow triumphs, a testament to the enduring power of true passion. "Donovan!" a friend of his hailed. "P. O one and only!" Other praises began to ring. "Leader one!" "Lion!" "We are loyal!" "SUG president to be!" "Who can stand?" "They have not been born!" "Congratulations!"

He heads round to the driver’s side, gets in, and we set off, back towards the same car park as before. When we park up, instead of heading through the trees to the right, Levi take my hand again and leads me off the path to the left. “I’d love to meet your wolf, but if we’re going to spar after our run, we should probably not shift.” He smirks as he says it, and I know he’s thinking about sparring naked. “Yeah, probably for the best. Zanthe hates carrying my clothes.” I say with a chuckle “Zanthe?” he says, almost reverent. Then his voice deepens and his eyes darken. “Beautiful name. Hi, Zanthe. I’m Luther.”