Old Luke Skywalker Novels & Stories

“Lukas killed her, I know. It was because of you. He did it for you!” He raised his gun. Kate stepped in front of me. “Elder Zaccheaus, you need to calm down. You are going to regret this” He peered at Kate through hollow eyes. “I know you were in on it too but given the long history I have with your parents, I won't hurt you. Now move aside or you would leave me no choice but to shoot you” “No, you can't do this” The old man pulled the trigger. I pushed Kate out of the way in the nick of time and took the hit.

Sophie’s POV The celebration in the great hall felt like a one beam of light against total darkness. There was laughter, tankards clinked, and pups chased each other between tables, but my eyes kept drifting toward the reinforced nursery wing where Lucas slept under heavy guard. Seven and a half months old and already pulling himself up on furniture, trying to walk with that stubborn determination that reminded me so much of his father. The Spark. That’s what the ancient texts called him now, the living bridge between old prophecies and new things that might happen.

Luke said in total disbelief. “What? How’s that possible?” “You tell me… I’m as clueless now as you are….” Sarah didn’t like seeing him confused by any means. He was supposed to be the old and the wise one. He was alive for almost millennia, for heaven’s sake! “Wait! Let me try it again,” Luke said while retracting his wings back into their place.

"You actually think Luke’s never been with a guy?" Sofia leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with predatory curiosity. The apartment kitchen smelled of iron and cinnamon, the scent of the Navarro pack thick in the air. On the couch in the living room, Luke was dead to the world, his massive frame draped over the cushions, snoring like a hibernating grizzly after the victory on the ice. "I’m telling you, I’ve seen the logs," Isabella whispered, sliding her old tablet across the counter. "He gave me his old tech when he moved into the Navarro Ridge Apartments. Didn't even wipe the memory. He’s a blockhead."

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

That was the philosophy held by the rogues. "Scarlett will very soon become my friend, and then everything will work out for the both of us. We'll eliminate both their pack and alpha." Smiling, Luke said. There was always a way for them to learn information earlier than other people. He has that ability and has been tracking her ever since. Despite the fact that he is 29 years old, he had chosen to attend the human school as a result of her. "You trick them into thinking you are 18 years old. I still find it difficult to believe." Abel said, adjusting himself on the sofa he was seated on.

I carefully picked it and opened it, bringing out the small broken digital calendar. The date on it was broken, but I could see the year. 022. Wait. If the man who just died is Luke's father, and he has this...does that mean...does that mean he was transported to a time in 2022? Seven years from now? Is that even possible if he was going to die now? "Dad." I looked up, and Luke was walking, swaying side by side, his leg feeble. I had no idea he had woken up, or if he was even allowed to be walking around like that.

More like she wouldn't have extra sleep hours. Luke stuck his tongue out a little, it seemed he just self sabotaged because Luuk's knowledge in tech couldn't be compared to his own. Luke is a naturally smart guy, he just inherited part of Tess's laziness. He was very versed in computer knowledge, gaming and acquiring information. Even from the dark web. One of his previous tutors was the second most popular hacker in the dark web and Luke got to know his way through acquiring informations in the dark web within mere days.

“Come on, let’s get going.” “Luke, do you know a Jordan?” Luke went still and turned back to us slowly. “Jordan?” I nodded. “Tall. Dark hair? Brown eyes. Pretty friendly and laid back?” His lips twitched. “Jordan… died several years ago.” My eyes widened. “Wh-What? But we—” I looked at Duke who looked solemn. “He’s… in the in-between?” “Another victim of the Moon Goddess,” Luke said. “Don’t worry about it. He’s… mostly happy. He always wanted to attend Hecate. I think he’ll pass on soon.”

Owen turned to face Luke, their gazes clashing in a silent battle. The standoff continued until Owen finally looked down, his resolve crumbling under Luke's unyielding stare. “No, I'm just stating facts,” Owen Hales replied, his tone unwavering. “You better be.” Luke said, his voice low and even. Then he turned to me, his ice-gray eyes softened as he held out a hand. “Come here, little one.” I rolled my eyes inwardly, this wasn't the time or place for nicknames but I got up and went to him anyway after all he was Luke Hunters.