Avenger Loki Novels & Stories

Loki said something like, "Where?" "Bee." She stepped forward. The moment she had stepped foot where she ought to stand, she turned to look at me. And then looked away. "Titan." A boy this time. Has a dark complexion and is wearing tank top and shorts. "Jungle boy, that one," Loki whispered. "Hard to catch. Pretty agile." "Why would you want to catch him?" I asked. "He stole my cheesecake," Loki frowned at the memory. "I caught him, though. But the cheesecake's gone. He received quite the beating."

Loki suddenly asked, staring intensely at his daughter. "Honey," Loretta mumbled as she clutched onto Loki's arm. But he ignored her cry with his eyes still glued to his daughter and said, "Blake!" "I will, Loki! I will be there!" Blake spoke with bitter resentment. A smile curved on Loki's lip, and he shook his head slightly as he mumbled, "Good. See you and… and your mate there." Then he looked at Loretta, took her hands in his, and walked out with the five betas following him.

Male and female in red and purple, respectively. "Crimson and Violet, " she muttered. The two speedsters who worked with her to get out of the Speedrealm back when Nick was trapped in the realm and teamed up to take down the aliens during the invasion of 2010—the Berserker Apocalypse—as it is properly remembered. "Apparently, these two have been in New York for more than three years now," said Carter. "The last I saw them was after the apocalypse when the Spectre called them back into the Speedrealm," Carol added in a confused tone, "what the hell is the Speedrealm upto?"

Like I know Auntie Morrigan’s adoptive name was not a coincidence, she really is the Goddess of War reincarnated. Um, Covey? Is that true? Maaaaybe. What do you mean by “maybe”? Are we or are we not somehow a reincarnation of the Goddess of water? Um, I plead the fifth and tell you to take it up with the Moon Goddess. Coventina then quickly shuts me out, completely blocking my access to her. “Were you talking to your wolf?” Euan asks, bringing me out of my daze. “Yes.” “And?” “She pled the fifth and told me to take it up with the Moon Goddess.”

"No. I am not nervous, Zander. I am fucking happy but too bad this ache is barring my joy." That's right. The day the news reached me that I was going to be the alpha of Blackwood, that I was going to replace my dad, I was elated. You know why? It's because no child should have Lorenzo Russo as a father. He was a monster among men. Being a werewolf worsened his monstrosity. The man had no mercy for humans nor his kind. He went about causing chaos and disaster. How he lasted long as an alpha was a result of the fear he'd instilled in his subjects. The only good thing he ever did in life was to send me to study abroad as soon as I turned eighteen.

“Three lines. Wolf, lycan, and witch… that is unprecedented. Are you certain?” I felt my jaws tightened. “I would not risk such a claim without certainty, Your Majesty. I watched her, studied her, and I am her father. Her mother, I loved her with all my heart long ago. I never met my mate, and I was 28 years old I had every intention of taking Amara’s mother as my chosen Luna. When I turned 30, I met that’s when I chose Lina over Athena, my mate and Luna Lina. The mate bond was just too strong. Athena was pregnant and never said a wors to me. Lina, my mate was also pregnant when I met her and never told me. one night, the same night my Luna gave birth I felt a draw to the woods. Caden was me

laid trembling beneath her. “No that was not you, it was…” He stopped, and moved fast as the speed of light to her side. He snatched her and A.J up. His eyes turned black and he stared at the gaping hole that had been windows. She could only compare it to a wolf protecting its cubs. But it wasn’t protecting it was owning. In that moment Ally felt like an object.

Third-person POV The intelligence arrived from New York at eleven-seventeen on a Friday night. Maksim Orlov was plotting to court the daughter of Viktor Sorano. The gala. A calculated power-play. A clout-grab dressed up as romance. Enzo Valenti received this information with the urgency it deserved. He let out a slow breath, leaned back deeper into Dorian's leather armchair, and resumed sucking on a Twizzler. Black Panther played on across the flat-screen. He fixed his gaze on the man standing at the doorway.

Ava The Lycan charged at him, pulling him off and began to hit him repeatedly, shouting something at him in a language I didn't recognize. Queen Mother scrambled to the middle. “Stop it, Leon!” She pulled her son away from the guard, who could barely raise his head.

“I will not fall trying to save you. I am here to end you.” Nora grinned. “Try.” With a flick of her wrist, the earth cracked. And the war resumed. From the ridge, Nora’s army charged forward with renewed fury. Witches cast spells that tore the ground, summoned spears of ice and fire. Vampires moved like shadow, fast and deadly, while rogue Lycans howled with bloodlust. But Aurora was faster. She darted into the chaos, fire blooming from her palms. She incinerated one vampire mid-air, then spun to hurl a bolt of flame into a charging Lycan’s chest, sending him crashing back. Around her, her people fought with every ounce of strength they had left.