Megurine Luka Novels & Stories

He had stored so many bottles of wine, was it normal for him to be injured? Maureen took out a bottle and walked to his side, "Is it enough to just apply it?" "Let's rub hard." Luke instructed. Maureen was stung by the smell of the medicinal wine until her pretty face wrinkled, but after rubbing her hands together in an attempt to warm them up, she forced herself to rub his purplish green areas. The night was so cool that he did not feel any pain, but instead felt that her palms were soft and comfortable. "Harder." He pleaded.

As she peeled back the waterproof bandage Mirage and Natalia watched in fascination. “It is not as bad as I thought,” Mirage was surprised. There was a small raw hole, and around it a red area that edged into the purple, yellow and brown of blood under the surface of her skin, spreading over her chest and breast. “What does it look like from the back?” “About the same,” Natalia told her.

Dove’s voice was hoarse from the marks around her throat. “Do it! We don’t have time to argue. We don’t know who else is hanging around these warehouses,” Lark shoved Meguitte forwards whilst the reluctant Dove stripped off her top and gave it to Robyn, crossing her arms over her chest, obviously embarrassed to be wearing nothing but her bra and exposing that the bandages went over her shoulders and down her arms. Meguitte speculated that under the bandages the burns would be in the Lichtenberg pattern, like the witch Bianca. “Where?” Lark demanded. “Believe me, I won’t hesitate to splatter your brains if you f-k with me again.”

Chapter 4: Saved... or maybe not. Murry woke up to more terrible agony than he'd ever felt in his life. His eyes rolled to one side. A hairy creature was eating the layers of skin off the top of his forearm without the armband. His eyes widened at the horrible image. A long green tongue was licking and sucking his mangled flesh. Blood poured out of Murry as razor-sharp teeth scraped and sliced. Murry would never be able to get that image out of his head for the rest of his life.

Even in the pale moonlight I can see that his skin is contracting. Lefu’s face returns to his human features, while looking up at the sky. “Shitty Moon !” He hisses and runs off. Luca jumps on him and they tumble around in the gravel in front of the stands. Luca bites into Lefu's injured arm and makes a few powerful jerks from side to side with his head. Lefu screams and drills his nails into Luca’s side. Deep flesh wounds spring up after his sharp claws, which rips across his ribs. Luca howls and lets go of him.