Rabbid Luigi Novels & Stories

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

Luigi watched them before finally going to another room where an old man was watching TV and eating fried chicken. “Dad, I told you not to eat too much fried chicken!” The old man, none other than Alessandro Ravelli, ignored his son. He was laughing out loud at the horror series that was showing the terror of ghosts. “Look, the ghost looks so cute! The makeup is so unnatural.” Luigi let out a long sigh. “Someone just came to see me.” “Who?” Alessandro asked. “Nicolo De Luca.” Old Ravelli turned his head. His gaze was full of interest. “Did he come here for the annual gathering in New York?”

My grip tightens and I swear I growl at him. “Link, how about you shut up or I’ll kick your ass and I won’t be as nice as she is,” Matt says, glaring at him. His gaze is ice cold. I stare at Matt, fascinated. His whole body took on a dangerous and feral air. His stance is rigid, but he seems poised, ready for anything. It’s his eyes that stand out the most, they’re a light brown, almost yellow color, that gleam with something I can name but it’s terrifying.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

Luigi was something else entirely. A dog with bloodlust in his veins. He didn’t need a reason to kill. Not money, not pride, not even survival could be a valid enough reason for him to kill. For Luigi, violence was instinctual. It was a second nature as effortless as breathing. That kind of man needed control. Restraint. A master who knew how to handle him. And I was that master. Massimo groaned, his head shifting slightly as he tried to lift it. His darkened eyes barely opened. The once-bright blue orbs are now hidden beneath the swelling of his eyes.

Luigi looked at him. Laron grunted inwardly, and just as he was about to eat again, Luigi snatched his wrist and placed it on the table. Laron stared wide-eyed at his pinned hands and up at the mule. "Dude, what the fuck?!" "Great! You can talk," Luigi said heartily, a deep opposite with the pressure on his wrist. "And watch your language on my ranch." "Get your hands off me, man!" Luigi shook his head. "I will. If you can explain why you don't like me,"

"Mama!" A blur of dark hair and skinny arms launched itself at me before I could fully dismount. Eli wrapped himself around my waist, his face pressed against my leather vest where the Ghost Rider patch sat above my heart. At four and a half, he was all legs and elbows, with Darius's dark eyes and my stubborn chin. "Hey, little wolf," I murmured, ruffling his hair. The endearment slipped out sometimes, though I was careful never to use it around others. "Were you good for Aunt Sable?"

" Can I help you? " " Yes, my name is Michelangelo . Me and my wife had a fight and I did something that I shouldn't have and long story short she hears so would it be possible if I can see her because I know that she's in here my phone tracked her down to here and the tracking devices that I use state-of-the-art so if you seen my wife or if you run into her when she came to you for help please can I see her. " " Oh you are Angelo Luca, one of the Luca twins, where is Luigi ? "

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

His attention is fixated on Chiara and I know he’s just waiting for me to finally get tired and give up. But I don’t. Instead I use the surge of power to punch the prison door and break it into mere smithereens. I turn to Chiara. “GO, NOW!” And as soon as those words leave my mouth, Lycus takes over. My body shoots up in size. As Chiara runs off into the hall, my claw grows the sharpest nails and I sweep at her. I miss, which lets her get away, but then I see that my fur is starting to grow. Only this time, it’s not white. It’s pure shadowy black, the color of my father.