Waluigi Luigi Novels & Stories

My plan, being such a big flop, had me reaching to take the card from him, but halfway to it, a firm grip rounded my wrist, drawing me to himself and gritting, “Forget it, she's occupied.” I raised my face to spot Adler’s glare, and in the face of Luigi’s calm, my knees felt jittery; he didn't just…he fucking didn't just… The card still hanging in the air, Luigi frowned, shifting his gaze from me to Adler, "Am I missing something?" Adler pulled me to his side, then snarled over my head, "Do you want to?" Luigi dipped back the card, shrugged, and, still holding Adler's gaze, crooned, “A caregiver, Huhn,” before he walked away.

The creator has blessed us. "I'm just warming up," I say lowly, and a flicker of uncertainty passes over my warrior's faces. I dodge in at half-speed and land a hard blow to Luigi's stomach. He groans as Marco attempts to swipe at me, but I see the movement out of the corner of my eye. I duck just in time and come up with a devastating punch to Marco's face. Both males hit their knees and I smirk as they admit defeat in a matter of seconds. "Okay, damn. We know. You are the Alpha," Luigi groans, and I laugh which makes both of them smile around their pain.

Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars. Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brush

The crown prince had the power to go wherever he wished. “Are those werewolves,” I questioned Valerian, gawking at some wolves whose furs had stripes of white and red. The big one sat on the grass, and the smaller ones were playing with her tail. His face turned serious for a moment but went relaxed when he looked out to see them. “No, Those are actual wolves. Nothing special to worry about,” he chuckled, pulling his head back into the carriage. “How can you tell the difference?” I asked again, trying to hide my confusion.

“That I also know, but one thing you need to know about me, Miss Gio is that I make the roads I drive on and I know that people need a little push to give you exactly what you want.” Zaverio snapped his fingers and two men dragged an unconscious Luigi into the room and dumped him in front of me. Zaverio placed a gun to his temple and ordered one of his men to wake him up. I looked away when one of his fingers was snapped backwards, he screamed and jerked awake but was held down. His wide eyes caught mine and I felt my control slip. Luigi was a great man who had been my sister’s rock for years, if anything happened to him, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

The moment a rogue killed my father the responsibility of becoming alpha fell onto me, I was eighteen then and was more than ready for the challenges of becoming the alpha of the Grayriver pack. Our kind is meant to find their fated mates at the age of eighteen, but honestly, the hype didn’t really live up to the expectation. I always thought that meeting my luna would mean that I would find my other half, the one I couldn’t live without. But honestly midway through my year of being eighteen, I kind of gave up on the whole idea of it all and just decided that fucking my way through the she-wolves of other tribes was way more fun than being settled with just one luna.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

"I'm not sure. I know my mate is waiting for me somewhere and I must find him." Roland came out to my father when we first returned to the Everglades. My father wrapped him in his giant arms and told him he loved him. For a man who made so many mistakes with his children when we were babies, my father has more than made up for it. He also told my brother the story of Franklin, the liege vampire to the Northeast clan who died at the beginning of the war with the cats. Franklin's mate was another male. His clan was happy and they accepted the will of the Goddess. Ivan told Roland that the clans would accept him too.

There was a phone booth nearby, and he slipped inside to call Walsh. The call went through at last, to his utmost relief. “It’s me, Matteo. My wife and I are in Philadelphia right now, Walsh. Luigi and his men were following me around the place. Luigi is alive and is back for revenge. My wife is at her brother’s house while I had just stepped out,” he rambled on breathlessly. “I thought as much. Luigi’s death was staged. Give me your location and I’ll send a team from our Ohio headquarters.”