Miraculous Luka Novels & Stories

I was tired of pretending to be strong, when inside, I was broken. And Luca was the only man who was capable of fixing me. “Growing old and having kids, eh?” came a low voice. My eyes widened in shock, hardly able to believe my ears. It felt like my heart had stopped beating. I slowly moved my body upwards, to see that Luca’s eyes had opened. I could feel my entire body convulsing, so thankful to God. So thankful for this fucking miracle. He was alive… He was going to make it… And I couldn’t be more fucking grateful.

"don't touch." He took his hand back, worry written all over his face. "I'll make them save you, Blair." "Blair is gone, Blair is gone, no more Blair." Jack sat there thinking for a second, staring deep into my eyes, searching for answers to help them. "Luna Wicken, you are strong stronger than any other magical creature. The stroys tell the tale of how you are worshipped and feared by all. Make those stroys true and fight" he put his hand on my knee.

the one with short blue hair stepped forward, “I am Mira. We know you don’t remember us, but we don’t mind. We promised to be there for each other, and a loss of memory won’t take that promise away.” Luna stood up and walked towards them. When she saw their text yesterday, she didn’t expect them to be these figures. Laeticia was a famous songwriter who made a name for herself four years ago when she was fifteen, and Mira was the daughter of one of the founders of Lukewood. “Hello,” she muttered, and they both jumped into her arms. “Jesus, Cal, don’t ever scare us this way,” Laeticia sniffed her tears. Mira pulled her arm.

So sighing, still not believing that all that was a good idea, Nikolai prepared to give them the order to start attacking. After all, Nikolai couldn't wait any longer either so he could go in and save Ivan, pretty sure that something terrible had happened to him. *** Looking at himself in the mirror, Luka felt miserable. Wearing a pure white suit, his light brown hair was neatly combed, and his whole outfit gave him an angelic air, which he absolutely hated, only wanting to end it all without having started first. "It's ready Mr. Luka," Said the woman who went to prepare him for the wedding: "Only this is missing".

Luka’s warning, his gaze, his presence—all of it would stay with her, etched in memory. And Mila Torres knew—whatever challenges awaited tomorrow, whatever scrutiny, whatever protective shadows emerged—she could handle them. She could survive them. And she could navigate the silent, magnetic obsession of Luka Valek without losing herself.

Or perhaps it was just her imagination, twisting the truth because of his resemblance to Luka. “He’s dangerous,” Luka said, his voice filled with quiet desperation. “You saw him during the battle, Elara. You know what he’s capable of. He’s not just some rogue leader looking to take over territory—he’s a killer. A heartless, ruthless monster who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.”

You were created to withstand the worst and the best for only once you have been broken will you be able to truly live. Luka had so many questions. Why him? why couldn't his life be normal like everyone else's. Why did Lyle get the lucky break and not him. "Moon Goddess, How long will I have to wait to find my mate?" "As long as it takes Luka." "Will it take a lifetime?"

I tasted copper. "I was trained to be a Luna!" Glenda screamed, stalking toward me where I lay on the rug. "I was born for this! You were just a charity case that got lucky!" I shook my head, clearing the dizziness. I scrambled backward on my hands and heels, putting distance between us. My eyes darted to the closet door. It was still shut. Rafael was safe. For now. "You were trained to be a trophy, Glenda," I rasped, spitting blood onto the carpet. "That’s why you failed. You think being a Luna is about power. It’s about sacrifice."

Shooting Mira a gaze that was half concern, half rage, she said, “I hope you know what you're doing, Mira.” Mira's blade fell out of her hands at that moment, like she was just breaking out of a trance. “I… I didn't…” But Lira walked out on her before she could get the words out. She swallowed them back in, but the lump that formed in her throat wouldn't bulge. “Mira.” Luca called from behind her. Mira whirled around, his voice a reminder that he was actually there. Her eyes gleamed with tears as she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist.

But what was the point? “A man,” I said slowly. “Well… a ghost. Sort of. His name’s Mikah. He’s been showing up to me since Oregon. He was sent to train me… to help me control my powers so that I—” I froze. I couldn’t finish the sentence. The words refused to come. But Lyra did it for me. “So you don’t kill people around you.” I nodded. “Something like that.” I shifted, suddenly needing to move, to breathe—anything to escape this suffocating hallway. “If you’ll excuse me—”