Luka Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

From the look of recognition and hatred on Luca’s face, I realize that it is not a what, but a who. “—And here he is. God, I forgot how fast angels can move with their wings.” Luca dramatizes with his hands as he speaks. “Of course, I would forget. You cut off my wings.” What happens next is incomprehensible. A flash of darkness slashes through the air; it moves above my head and hits the three men in front of me. Immediately, their bodies are cut in two as they fall to the ground. I shriek in my seat as the upper part, up to the torso, of the man I spoke to in the tavern falls at my feet. My body trembles at the sight of black blood. At this point, I don’t think any of the creatures in Alkh

I stepped out. Barely a minute later, a scream tore through the air. I went back in. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Luca had a knife — grabbed from one of the guards — and two men were wrestling him down. He was laughing, ragged and gone. "Come on, both of you. Come with me. I'm already done. You'll both burn too." Lila was on the ground, unable to get up, staring at him in shock, her hands pressed to her abdomen as the blood spread.

Luca didn't even flinch. When he reached Marcelo, he grabbed him by the neck, his fingers digging in like iron hooks. Marcelo gasped, choking, his gun clattering from his trembling hand. Luca's voice was low, deadly calm, the kind that carried more fear than shouting ever could. "For years," he said, his breath cold against Marcelo's ear, "I swore I had would never spill blood. But you…" he tightened his grip, Marcelo's feet scraping against the ground, "…your blood is too filthy to stain my hands."

Chapter 218: Blood and Consequences The Romano convoy sped through the sleeping city. Black vehicles cut through the empty streets, sirens silent but urgency filling the air. Inside the first car, Luca leaned back against the seat, gripping his shoulder tightly. Blood had soaked through his shirt. Aria sat beside him, pressing a cloth against the wound to slow the bleeding. “Keep pressure here,” she said calmly. Luca forced a small grin despite the pain. “You sound like a doctor.”

“Tell me what you saw.” Lucas had to swallow twice before he could speak. His voice shook with each word. “They were with Drake. Together. Working with him.” I felt the floor tilt beneath me. Clara’s face darkened like a storm gathering. Jake’s eyes narrowed, already calculating, already prepared for confrontation. But Lucas wasn’t done. “They used your blood,” he whispered, breath ragged. “Mara. Lila. They took it when they hugged you.” I went rigid. “The sigil,” Jake murmured. “The one tied to her blood…”

a medic stood up and said. Adrian walked over to check on Chuck and memories from when they were still in school bubbled up from the deepest parts of his mind. “What’s his blood type?” “AB, sir.” “Use mine,” Adrian said. “But, sir…” “You can’t!” “Take mine instead.” Lucas pulled up his shirt, stopping Adrian from trying to donate his blood. The three other battle warriors tried to persuade Adrian as well but the latter said, “Use mine! You still have a battle to fight, Lucas.”

" Take the next flight to B city as soon as possible. " " No!... bro, I was wrong!" But Ivan didn't finish what he was saying as Leon hanged up on him. "....." Not B city! Lucia walked out of the chief surgeon's office with a heavy heart. Doctor Gabby said the RH negative blood type is very rare and is hard to come by. And in the whole of Medieval country, there are just two places you can get this type of blood.

I couldn’t answer it. “Look at him, J. His silence means consent. Of course, I’m telling the truth! You can smell it in the air. You think it’s rust? No…. no, no, no… it’s blood, J.” Luke pressed a hand to his chest and flashed a look of sympathy at Juliette. “The blood of the innocent… the women….” “Stop,” I heard my voice growling in a plea. “And kids,” Luke finished with a sympathetic shake of his head. “Poor things.” He gazed at Juliette. “And you, J. You helped him.”

“Say that again, and I’ll bury this flask in your eye.” “You keep trying to die brave,” he replied. “By having a drink with Frankie while mourning my dog and best friend that died because you couldn’t just stay out of my fucking bar that night?” I snapped, for the first time since that night. Hell, every night since we met. He closed the space so fast the air stumbled. My back hit a tree. Luca planted his palm near my head and bent close enough to fog my lip. “You want to bleed,” he murmured, “do it with me. Not for them.”