Needlemouse X Luther Novels & Stories

Each keystroke was a trap for proof, not vengeance. Luther watched like a man reading a map he wanted to tear. “Machines,” he said, verdict and gospel. “They don’t miss,” I said. “They don’t panic.” Recce’s growl edged: And then we tear them. Together. I met Luther’s eyes. “Hunt with me for proof. For tunnels. For the men who used a child’s toy to buy time. We don’t answer ransom. We bind them with money, power, and a network. When we pull, the earth will cough them up.”

He said sternly with a low growl. Luther was torn on what to do but Nicole sensing his hesitation shifted into a wolf and made a dash for it. Cyrus followed after him while Sloane attacked pulling Luther from his guilt pit as well. "The way you look, it almost seemed like you are a jilted lover." He taunted as he went in for the kill and Luther shifted as well, the collision fell them down the stairs snapping at each other trying to pin the other by the neck. It was easier for Luther to come on top by injuring him in a lot of places as Sloane shifted due to his injuries and was bleeding on the floor.

Leo commands making him freeze on his spot. He then cuffs him and brings back the little bag from the table. He looks at Tyler before unzipping the bag and long thick pointed needles greet our sight. I watch a confused Tyler looking at the needles while trying to decipher their use. I shake my head knowing well he won’t need to wait for long. Lucas picks one of the needles and the smirk on his face changes into a sadistic smile before he plunges the needle in Tyler’s chest without any warning. Tyler hollers at the pain while Lucas twists it inside making him scream.

Alkhun immediately goes for the opening... "Then, attack," Nerom whispered. slashing his opponent to dust. He did it. Alkhun felt the cold sensation of a dagger in his neck. It was checkmate. He should have known, it was a clone all along. "Not that bad." Luther puts down the dagger and puts it in his pocket. "...for a boy." "But it was not enough." Theirs a tightness in his voice. "Certainly," Luther added.

His voice was filled with worry as his hands moved quickly over my arms and shoulders, his eyes taking me in,checking for any injuries. “I’m fine,” I replied quickly, still trying to steady my breathing. “I—I’m okay.” Luther exhaled heavily as he squatted besides me, running a hand through his already messy hair as he glanced around the clearing. His eyes narrowed when he noticed the the two dead rogues lying several feet away. “Did you do that?” His voice had a tone of confusion in them, and he gave me a once over. I almost burst into laughter but ended up coughing instead. “You are really overestimating me.”

Victoria lunged. She didn’t think about it, didn’t blink, didn’t think of the consequences. She was as unmoored, as all over the place, as something stormy and wild and utterly deranged. Her claws stretched, her body shifted, her vision **vibrating with rage, with a sorrow, with the kind of fury that didn’t only cry for blood—it screamed for vengeance. But Luther was ready. He moved with the kind of effortless precision that had been learned over centuries of striving, easily sidestepping her attack, gripping her wrist just before the strike, spinning her arm behind her back in one hard, savage motion.

Nellie felt like her head was cracking, the pain was immense that she could not help but kneel down and let out a whimper. “My, seems like one of you is finally reacting, hmmm I’ve been wasting my time too…” her eyes suddenly showed murderous intent and her eerie wide grin came back. “Time to have a feast!” She yelled and cackled evilly as she lunges to attack Luther who was shielding the group. A cobweb stuck in Luther’s eyes blinding his vision that caused him to be unable to deflect Taraya’s attack. In a second, Luther was down on the stone cold floor. Next to Luther was Mikael, he was about to move backward when he found himself stuck on where he was standing.

He roared. Luther couldn’t help the scream of pain that came out of him as our dad twisted the dagger into his muscle. “She’s…not…Luna. She’s…a whore…who…has been…teasing me…since…she was…sixteen…” Luther said. “That’s where you’re wrong bud, she’s Tiernan’s mate.” Jessica giggles out, knowing what Tiernan was going to do to Luther. Luther blanches at the information, and he now knew that he was as good as dead so he might as well give up the goods. He stayed silent until I picked up the shuriken, also known as throwing stars, that I had been practicing with.

Luther. He stood on the opposite bank, his arms crossed over his chest, a smug smile playing on his lips. Behind him, two of his men held a struggling Nomad—one of Dylan’s scouts, if I remembered right. The poor guy’s face was bruised and bloodied, his hands tied behind his back, his eyes wide with fear. Luther’s eyes flicked to Ben, his smile widening. "It's been a long time, hasn’t it Benjamin?" Ben froze, his body going rigid beside me. I could feel the tension radiating off him, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

With all the strength Luther could muster, he punched Alpha Vicker in the face and Alpha Vicker started bleeding from the mouth. Luther managed to sit up and was breathing heavily. He looked at the wall of the hallway decorated with beautiful artwork. He saw a sculpture hung on the wall just above his head. With great effort, he rose to his feet and grabbed the sculpture. At that moment, Alpha Vicker also stood up and grabbed his neck from behind. With the sculpture in his hand, Luther swiftly turned around and hit the sculpture on his head. Alpha Vicker staggered backward, slumped to the floor, and lost consciousness as blood started trickling from his head.