Novel Luca Novels & Stories

Luca’s hand had curled into a fist against the tabletop, the knuckles white. But his eyes were still locked on Alex. “Do they know who did it?” he asked, his voice flat. Alex shook his head. “They’re still investigating.” A heavy silence settled over us. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t liked Richard. I hadn’t trusted him. But death had a way of reducing everything else to ashes. After a moment, Luca let out a slow, uneven breath. “He always knew it would end like this,” he said, almost to himself. “He spent his whole life collecting enemies.”

The firelight danced across the faces of those gathered, their expressions solemn, their eyes heavy with unspoken words. Luca stood at the edge of the camp, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His broad shoulders were tense, his posture rigid. Despite the warm fire, a coldness seemed to radiate from him. He was lost in thought, a battle raging inside him. Nova, his loyal Beta, stood beside him, watching him with a careful eye. "Nova, thank you for helping Seraphina," Luca said quietly, his voice almost drowned out by the crackling of the fire. His words hung in the air like an apology, though it wasn't one he was willing to speak directly.

Why does it have to be now when the world nears its end? Is Stella truly the prophecy's key, or merely a cruel tease of fate? That wasn’t the case, twenty years ago on a sunny afternoon when he first set his eyes on her. *FLASHBACK*||TWENTY YEARS BEFORE Luca stands hidden amidst a few oak trees by the park, observing as the humans chatter and giggle about. It is quite crowds as compared to the other days. He would often come and sit in the park because he had nothing better do it. He had left his home, his people, and his position to find something that he’s not even sure exists. Where does he begin his search from? He’s new to the world and their ways is a course on its own to be studied.

The air smelled faintly of old paper, ink, and the faint hint of Luca’s snack from earlier—a mixture that was safe, familiar, grounding. “L comes before M,” Elaine corrected gently, brushing a lock of Luca’s hair behind his ear. But Luca didn’t look at the blocks. His tiny body had gone still, rigid. His eyes were glued to the window. “Luca?” she said softly, kneeling beside him. He didn’t answer. He simply stood, feet shuffling slightly on the rug, and walked toward the tall, arched library window. Placing his small palm against the glass, he leaned forward.

Chapter 277: Testing the Blood Elena’s POV Morning light sliced through the shutters in thin gold blades, cutting across the breakfast table where Luca sat for the first time under our roof. He looked smaller in daylight, less like a threat and more like a stray dog waiting to be kicked or fed. Livia had already eaten and run off to the gardens with the nanny, her laughter drifting in through the open doors like something from another life.

She clutched the book under her arm, her steps uneven as she made her way back toward her chamber. Shadows crept closer, while flickering torchlight cast long, accusing fingers on the walls. She turned a corner—and froze. Luca leaned casually against the stone archway, as if he had been waiting for her. His cane rested by his side, but unlike Marcello’s, it was not a necessity. It was a weapon, polished and sharp, like the man himself. His smile spread slowly and venomously. “Well, well. The little collateral bride, sneaking around with books that don’t belong to her.”

Luca’s POV Luca sat in the underground room he used for work that no one outside his circle knew existed. It was buried under the mansion Dante gave him. The walls were covered in files, maps, and photographs. A long table sat in the middle with laptops, wires, and two phones. If secrecy had a smell, anyone who walked into the underground room would definitely smell it. Luca liked this room. It was the only place where he could lie, plan, cheat, and sin without anyone seeing his face.

it was a fantasy so dark I shouldn't even entertain it but God, I wanted it. Me: I miss your hands, it burns when I walk. Luca: Let it burn, that's my heat. Luca: I'm not far, I'm in the city. Me: Where? Luca: I have business tonight. My heart skipped a beat. Luca: I want to show you the rest of my world, Sofia. I want you to see the reality. Are you brave enough? Or do you want to stay in your dorm and study? I looked at the textbook on Clara's bed then I looked at the black mark on my thigh.

Then, after a long beat: “So she can’t make me leave.” “No,” I said firmly. “She can’t.” Noah’s eyes went wet and didn’t spill. He nodded once and went back to his workbook like he was reclaiming the right to focus on something that didn’t try to ruin him. My phone buzzed—Luca. I stared at his name for one beat too long, then answered. “It’s done,” Luca said quietly. No triumph. No performance. Just a sentence that sounded like a person setting down a weight. “I saw,” I replied.

Then he went inside. Luca leaned close. His lips brushed my ear. He said Eli was offering me a choice. A real choice. Not a performance. I asked what Luca was offering. He said the same thing. A choice. No pressure. No audience. He stood up. He walked to the guest room. He stopped in the doorway. He looked back at me. He said goodnight, Nova. Then he went inside. I sat alone at the table. The candle had burned down. The wax had pooled on the holder.