Megurine Luka Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, Lizz did her best to produce a fireball, throwing it quickly at Murgan who swatted it aside with relative ease, “Huh? That’s should have still burnt him!” “I got tough hands from years of tree chopping, your little fire only stung a little” Murgan smiled, licking his palm. Doing her best to dart around Murgan, Minet rolled forwards and was close to the door when she was suddenly yanked backward. “Urgh!” she choked as the shirt pulled tight against her throat and she landed flat on her back close to Lizz. “Not leaving, it's Murgan time,” he said licking his lips. He took another step forward, Lizz closed her eyes, Minet and Lacey both grimaced, scared for their lives whe

I stared at his body in disbelief, there were no cuts, or scars. “That’s impossible,” I muttered “What do you mean?” “I saw them!” I told him, then I slowly lifted my hands and touched the spot where I clearly remembered seeing a deep slash. If it had healed, it would have left a scar, but there was nothing. “How…?” Just then, the door suddenly burst open “Found you!” Cara ran inside. Megan followed behind her. Megan froze. “Oh!” She quickly covered Cara’s eyes. That’s when I realized how close Zurien and I were standing.

I mumbled pressing my lips to his. The ting of blood touched my taste buds making me pull away. His green eyes peered into my blue ones. He had a cut on his lower lip but other than that he seemed perfect."Why are you here?" I asked, running my thumb over his cut. He flashed me a smile his hand raising his shirt and revealing a bandaid."What happened?" I gasped, my hand touching my own abdomen."It's nothing but a claw mark." He stated in a know it all tone."sum it up to a laceration that nearly penetrated the epidermis all the way.

Searching around for a piece of cloth as the massive pain increased, his eyes flickering around in pain. Suddenly, he heard a noise emitting from the kitchen, Merga walked out of it and head towards him holding an ointment which she held with care, "I know this will happen, your wounds are not perfectly healed and any little stress will make it bleed, the powers on it wear off anytime your heart is heavy and troubled" she said sitting close to him as she applied the ointment on his chest, his groan filling the room.

You are experiencing a great deal of confusion right now because you have realized that the wound on your body, which I cut, will not heal, is that correct? The motions of Lucas' hands came to a stop, and a slight flicker appeared in his gaze. He turned his attention to Miren and watched her in silence for a while before finally asking. "What do you want to say?" "Ha ha, as expected, you don't know why the wound on your body can't heal," said Miren. After hearing what Miren had to say, Lucas experienced feelings of vulnerability and danger. He unknowingly touched the wound, which resulted in the placement of two tentacles behind his body that were unable to regrow.

Standing over her, holding the scalpel in his hands, he gently sliced her chest open. Loretta let out a soft, inaudible gasp as T-Murek tore through her skin, her hands shaking as the blade travelled down her stomach slowly and painfully. T-Murek dragged the blade to tear through her skin, stopping just above her belly button. Then he pushed his fingers through her chest, reaching for her heart. Blood trickled from her chest as his hands travelled deeper. Her eyes were wider than ever as pain tore through every nerve in her body.

I spin so fast the world blurs… And freeze. Blood has soaked through his once-pristine white dress shirt, the fabric now a macabre Rorschach test clinging to his torso. A jagged laceration peeks through the torn silk - eight inches long, glistening at the edges where emergency stitches pull the skin taut. His face is a brutalized masterpiece: Left eye swollen shut, the lid mottled purple-black Bottom lip split clean through, the wound reopening as he speaks Three parallel scratches raking from temple to jaw - “Lucina's signature”

she says quietly, more to herself than to me. "How did you..." I mumble to myself, not having said anything about who did this to me. "Miyuki's thoughts are rather loud. After for some reason, she's extremely proud of what she's done to you. Not very pleasant..." She mumbles, moving to a shelf and pulling down a small jar filled with a thick, dark purple salve. She walks over to me and slowly opens the jar. "This is Lorvut paste, its properties are one of few that can help treat any silver-related injuries..." She explains as she opens the jar, revealing a cool, earthy and flowery scent.

Megra I stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back. My right eye is swollen shut, a hideous purple-black hue spreading around it. The pain is relentless, throbbing with every heartbeat. I dab makeup over the bruised skin, but the dark discoloration is impossible to fully cover. Each touch is a reminder of Conor's latest outburst—a fresh wave of anger and hatred rising within me.

"So? How much longer are you gonna stay there?" "I… I… I… Argh!!! You… bastard!!!" Megan stammered before ultimately bursting into tears like a child, bawling so miserably snot was coming out of her nose. Frank was left staring at her, speechless. Then, he frowned and snapped, "Listen closely. I've removed the mites from your body, but you have yet to fully recover, and your internal organs have definitely sustained some damage as well. So lie down in bed and let me check."