Needlemouse X Luther Novels & Stories

Luther said the words softly as he shimmered for a moment, his once-solid form transparent so that she could see the trees right through him. There was a peculiar prism effect she had never seen before right before he dissolved into droplets of mist and streamed through the fog-filled terrain away from her. Miah let out her breath slowly and relaxed muscles she hadn’t realized were cramped and taut. At once she reached for Alexander to warn him. He was in a desperate battle, whirling among the three lesser demons, all minions of the one Luther had destroyed. They were darting in, seeking to wear him down with long, razor-sharp talons, attempting to slice small, deep cuts in his flesh to weak

Its ears are pointed towards the ceiling, sign that it is ready to attack at any moment. Miss White, I thought my instructions were simple and, yet, you chose to disobey them.' He utters repulsed as he reaches his right hand in the air. His eyes, two white irisless spheres , are glued on her, freezing her in place, as the closest guerilla hands him his gun. Luther, standing up, grabs it swiftly and without any remorse, he shoots Nathan in the leg. Then, with the gentlest nod, he signals his followers to beat him up, a command that attracts howls and cheers from the crowd.

"Because I need to hear it from you. I need to know how dirty it is. How much mess you've put her in." Luther grabbed his coat and his keys. "I have somewhere to be. Go home, Jamal." Jamal chuckled with a devilish echo. "I never thought I'd see the day you would act like a coward. But here it is. You're running away from questions. So much for being fucking evil, Father." Right before opening the door, Luther stopped. He turned and with so much anger, nodded. "Fine. You're right. Zoey and I have a pact. What are you going to do about that?"