Needlemouse X Luther Novels & Stories

They formed a circle around Cynthia and turned away. James looked at Luther. “You. Turn away as well.” “What are you trying to do?” Luther eyed him suspiciously. James could not wait for the stubborn man to comply and began his treatment. He helped Cynthia up into a sitting position as he undid her dress all the way to her waist. “You—” Luther was about to explode with rage. James snapped back testily, “Shut up!” He reached for his back and produced a needle that had been prepared beforehand. He did not sanitize it before he stabbed it into Cynthia’s body.

LAURA * * Something was up with Luther and I knew it. He's been in Miami for the past two months, I know he hasn't been seeing Ivy because I've been stalking them, but there was something he was up to. First of all, I spoke with Ben the other time and we randomly talked about the deal we sealed with the Italians mobs and he was very confused about it. He said there was no deal with them that they were people that came to meet Ivy and that there was no drug exchanged, but Luther did give me my cut so it didn't make sense.

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 nothing but destruction from us." Blake emphasized his words again ironically, " Last chance, Luther. Where is my wife? Answer to me or surely you are going to loose your entire business here." Luther pondered for a while as his gaze swiftly landed behind Veronica. She appeared familiar in his eyes and soon he remembered that she was the same girl from the ball at that night. His teeth clenched in anger a

David also needed to use the silver needles to stimulate his meridians and areas where he had suffered internal injuries to speed up the process of medicinal intake. Moreover, Old Master Luther was unconscious now. They needed to wake him up using the silver needles so he could take his medication. Tom took off Old Master Luther’s oxygen mask. Next, Charles took off Old Master Luther’s shirt. David began placing his needles. Soon, his entire upper body and forehead were covered with silver needles. The entire process took slightly more than ten minutes as the Luther siblings watched nervously from the sidelines. Shortly after the needles were placed, Old Master Luther regained consciousness

His eyes were fixated on the glass, where he could see his refection. He looked at his nails, which were now razor sharp claws. His body structure had become different. He was a total monster, and he loved the power that coursed through his veins. The elevator opened and masked men filled the room. They shot at him, shattering the glass. The lady was lucky to hide behind some drawers. Luther moved swiftly, cutting off the limb of a shooter. He slit another one throat, then kicked him into his fellow robbers. It was all over in a minute. They were body parts everywhere, and Luther was blood soaked. Their gruesome deaths had awakened a long forgotten hunger in him, and he wanted more bloodshed

Adre had her pinned against the wall, hands greedy on her hips. She faced the door. Their eyes locked over Adre’s shoulder. Luther drew his pistol in one smooth motion and leveled it, ..not at Adre, but at her. She didn’t move. Didn’t gasp. Just watched him with cool detachment. He shifted the barrel and fired twice. Clean. Adre jerked, then slumped, arms still wrapped around her as he fell. Blood sprayed across her cheek, her throat, the front of her red dress. She closed her eyes for a single second, stepped back, and let the body hit the floor with a dull thud.

“Being with you and Xavier and that happened it scared the shit out of me. I can’t let anything happen to you.” “I trust you, Luther.” Noelle pressed her face against his chest inhaling his scent. After an hour, Luther got out of bed and went downstairs. He used the guestroom bathroom to heal his wound. He was shot in the evening in his left leg but he didn’t tell Noelle. She was already scared and he didn't want her to see it. He sat on the floor while unwrapping cotton cloth from his thigh. A rush of blood flooded out. He clenched his jaw, sharp pain shooting through his legs but he kept silent. He grabbed a knife and cut his skin to remove the bullet.

Luther asked sipping from the liquor in his hand. “ Nothing,, since you're mine. What else do I want?? ” She replied and moved closer to him “ Not again,,I need to do something. You can just leave if you can't resist me ” He said “ That's rude ” Shannon rolled her eyes He ignored her and gulped down the whole liquor “ What do you think is going to happen now?? I need to find my mate before it's too late ” Luther said and Shannon frowned “ What do you need a mate for?? Am I not enough?? ” She asked and Luther shot her a deadly glance which send shiver into her vein

Luther was fire—quick to explode, fiercely protective, but also the first to cry with emotion when he saw the children sleeping. Noah sat on the floor, leaning against my other leg, reading an old book. The healer. The peacemaker. He was the one who mediated arguments, who brought reason when Luther wanted blood or Zedekiah wanted pain. His blue eyes were soft, but his loyalty was steel. Lohan was sprawled on the other sofa, twirling a small knife between his fingers with casual skill. The joker. The one who lightened tension with jokes or teasing. But beneath the lighthearted facade was fierce loyalty—he had taken a bullet for me without hesitation.

“Do you even know who I am?” He chuckles. “A wolf with a bruised ego. That’s what I hear.” My body stiffens. My wolf snarls inside me, wanting to tear his throat open. But I swallow it down. I need him. I sit opposite him. “My name is Luther . And I don’t just want revenge, I want retribution.” That gets his attention. His smirk fades, replaced by curiosity. “Retribution, huh? With who?” I lean forward, eyes burning. “Lucian. His pack. And anyone who stands with him.”