Luther Von Ivory Novels & Stories

He captured me in the forest and brought me; Goddess knows where to drain my blood! I don’t know why Luther wants to kill me, but I do know that I’m terrified of dying. I can’t deny that Luther looks incredibly scary right now. There’s classical music playing in the background, while Luther is barefoot, bare-chested, and wearing nothing but a pair of black trousers. His eyes are red, he has fangs, and he looks outer-worldly. This isn’t the Luther I know, not that I know him personally, of course. We’ve barely said two words to each other my whole life. I know Luther is a fierce warrior, and he trains the Zidiahan troops. Hundreds of thousands of people look up to him.

“I lost my best friend and believed he was the real traitor. Christopher was always an upright man, even as a mafioso. I shouldn’t have doubted him so easily. I’m sorry!” “If you want, we have another video and audio of him stealing weapons and selling them without your knowledge, plus conspiring to dethrone you from the Bratva,” Luther says. However, he just waves his hand, indicating it’s not necessary. The video we just showed is already enough. Faina held her father’s hand, squeezing it as if trying to transmit all the strength she felt for him.

“And don’t you dare tell me its because of Gadreel. Keep his name out of this, look me in the eyes and tell me the honest truth, or so God help you, Lucien Varga.” Lucien was silent for a while, and Ivory’s patience was running thin. “Answer me!” “Because I need you. You’re a crucial part of my plan.” Silence, for only a few seconds that it, because Ivory laughed, loud and mockingly. “You need me? For part of your silly plan. That’s got to be a joke.” She said, walking closer. “A huge one, if I might add.” She continued, and Lucien, remained silent. “I’ll humor you; enlighten me on my role in this your little plan.”

“I hope this time she’ll listen to me.” “Make sure of it because next time... I will not help you in doing this crazy shit!” Luther rolled his eyes. He really can’t believe that he’s doing a crazy stuff with his older brother. “Next time, try to recruit Louvre in doing crazy shits.” Lander shook his head. “Isn’t he doing a crazy shit all his life?” Somewhat, it’s true. Louvre is Luther elder sibling, the second child... and the ‘black sheep’ of the family.

The Gatekeeper only waved and moved his fingers as he said, “Goodbye.” “Coward!” Calleb screamed. But there’s no time to think of anything else other than the monster in front of him. For one wrong move — Calleb knows something bad will happen. Luther used the pointed part of the rin and his rotten nails as sharp as claws and brandished and waved it, using it as a make-shift weapon. But the truth is every part of Luther’s body contains poison.

he spat, cutting me off. “You didn’t even let me finish, Drey. But that’s not the case here. You’ll do it either way.” He frowned. “You're sure I know him ?” “Of course,” I said. “He’s Luther’s father.” “Luther?” Drey laughed bitterly. “Luther doesn’t even have a father since childhood. Everyone knows he’s an orphan. He just works for some agency or brand.” I crossed my arms. “Hmm. How do you know? People spread rumors all the time. What I’m telling you is real. I was at his house. I saw the portraits. You know the famous hockey player— Xavier?”

Chase frowned. “Chase, are you blind? How can you not know Vinny Luther?” Edward walked over and said, “Listen closely, Vinny is the disciple of South River City's Lightning Punch, Norman Rock! “Vinny, this is Chase, whom I told you about.” He then pointed at Chase. “Lightning Punch? I’ve never heard of it. Get out of my way. I don’t want to repeat myself,” Chase said impatiently. “Vinny, did you see that? This kid doesn’t even care about you!” Edward quickly added fuel to the fire.

His hair had covered his entire face, leaving only his dark eyes which stared emotionlessly at his aggressor. His torturer was a man almost as tall as him, but this man had a rounded figure. His eyes were narrow like that of a snake, and there was a nonchalant look on his face as he approached the hanging man with a large rod in his hands. The large man was a figure feared by all who actually knew him. Some called him Ivor the Tattler, others called him Ivor the Genial, and still others referred to him by what he actually was, Ivor the Insane. People related to him based on what they knew him by. Those who knew him by the title Ivor the Tattler knew him as an Information Merchant with myster

He wasn’t angry with me like I thought he would be. “Warriors! Gather around.” He yelled without breaking eye contact. It was only when they had formed a circle around us that he looked away at them. “Ivory is your luna. She is the daughter of the Moon Goddess and Mother Nature. She has her own powers, as you just saw. These are not all of them, but one of them. Her uncle is Adron, who you just met. He is the creator of the underworld and has threatened our way of life. With Ivory, we are set on a mission to stop Adron from killing everything we hold dear!”

Blake sneered at him coldly and questioned narrowing his gaze murderously, " Shut the fuck off, Luther! Tell me, is my wife with you? I know very well that you hold grudges against me. If you are holding any of our past enemity, let go of it. I am standing in front of you. Face it like a man and let go of my wife. Tell me, where did you imprisoned my wife?" Luther admitted without holding back anymore. Hands lifting up in submission, he stated with a cold sneer, " That's right, Blake. What do you expect from us? You had ruined our billion dollars project and bribed authorities to stop us from expanding our business in B Nation. Did you think that we would let go of you? Never! You deserve no