Professor Layton Luke Triton Novels & Stories

“This son of a bitch escaped.“ I uttered it in disbelief. My assistant, Mr. Simon, who was lagging behind me with files clutched in his hands, rushed in and gasped in shock. “Escaped? But he was..how?“ He asked, and I shrugged. He hummed for a while, and then looking back at me, he mumbled, "I don't think he has escaped. He is somewhere around the pack picking fights." “Why do you trust him so much? Are you influenced by Sony?" I turned to ask him, my hand folded across my chest. “Nay, Alpha." He shook his head in response. "I trust him because he has proven his loyalty time and time again," he replied confidently. "Sony has nothing to do with it."

"Luca, can we talk? I have information about the rogues." Every instinct screamed that this was a trap. Lyra had made it clear she hated Sutton, and the timing was too convenient. "No," I said flatly. "Please." Lyra's eyes were pleading. "I know you have no reason to trust me, but this is bigger than... than our breakup. People are going to die if you don't listen." Sutton appeared at the top of the stairs, freshly showered and dressed. "Let her in." "Sutton—" I started.

“Yes, I have found the person who took her body.” Trinity opened her piercing violet eyes. “Who?” “Lord Stefano Michelangelo de Lucca.” Trinity laughed as she drank a glass of blood. “Of course, he was involved in this. That means he brought her back into his realm. A place I could no longer step my foot on.” She stood up, revealing her naked body. Jane kept her eyes trained on the floor as Trinity came out of the hot tub. The blood slid down her porcelain skin. She stood in front of Jane before asking her to stand up. Jane stood up and faced her maker.

The beast inside him is howling, desperately aching to follow the scent. “Mate!” he mutters. Kai grins. After all these years, he finally found his mate. For a long time, he waited for her and now, he found her. His wolf is crying and howling in joy. The Lycan King finally found his Queen. Kai follows the scent, trying to calm the manic madness in him. He finally spots her near the bar, drinking. For a moment, he stares at her in astonishment.

Darian shouted once more as his yelling blended with Arianna’s screaming. The rouge who had been about to kill me kneeled before Lily and me. “My Luna, why? This was not the plan? We deserve our happy ever after!” he said. Lily shook her head; “No my dear Tristan, it was not, but this is the path to Arianna’s happy ending and Luke is the way there. I was never strong enough to protect Arianna, but Luke is!” she said, and her body gave in under her weight. The rouge then stood up and faced Darian with tear filled eyes.

" I've just sent you the screenshot. What Soraheneth uncovered cannot wait." A heavy silence pulsed as the transmission carried through. Then, on screen, I caught the precise instant the scholar's world tilted. His eyes widened, his breath hitched, and for a heartbeat, he forgot to hide his reaction. He looked at the portrait, then at me, then back again as though his reason betrayed him. The blood drained from his face, but his gaze sharpened, dissecting me, for answers I didn't yet have myself. "The resemblance to my Luna," Sargis continued, "is beyond question. I know it. And I will not waste a moment on doubt. We need confirmation. All of it."

He met Teressa’s eyes, weighing his words carefully. “The kingdom is quieter than it was, mother-in-law,” Tristan began, his voice steady but laced with underlying tension. “But King Lucian’s search continues, though his efforts have grown more discreet. He’s determined, but his focus has shifted to other matters. For now, Liam is safe, hidden from his reach.” Tristan’s words were intended to reassure her, but they also hid the truth—Lucian’s desire for vengeance had not diminished, only altered in form.

He picked up the iPad, staring at it. “Nothing, except that he stays alone.” Lucian nodded again. “He is quite good,” he admitted. “He just got lucky. I still believe we should keep a close eye on him,” Trout said. Lucian finally set the iPad down. “Has father called?” he asked, changing the subject. “No, he hasn’t.” “Good,” Lucian muttered, stepping out of the penthouse. Trout stared at the bags of money, still not satisfied. He believed Alex was hiding something—and he promised himself he’d find out.

" He touched her and she went down; dead instantly. I went to the next man and asked, "Your name and title?" He stood tall, "I am Beta Keylon and this my mate Lilith." I asked, "Were you in cooperation with the Alpha’s plan for Lara?" He added, "That little bitch needed to die for trying to overthrow the Luna. Her and her useless pup." I noticed the whole time he was talking his mate was nodding in agreement. King Izzoth touched them both, at the same time, and they dropped dead.

"Tell my aunt that I don't want an island. I want the throne." The droid processed this. "Her Grace anticipated this response," the droid said. It pressed a button on the mahogany box. The lid clicked open. Inside, resting on a bed of velvet, was not a bomb. It was not a head. It was a pair of glasses. Tristan froze. The blood drained from his face. They were wire-rimmed spectacles, cracked down the middle. "Recognize them?" the droid asked. "Professor Kaelen," Tristan whispered. "My history tutor at the Academy."