Avenger Loki Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Maverick leaned forward and pulled Aurora away, placing her at a distance. “In case you’ve forgotten because you have been buried under the building you planned all this while, Mr. Architect, this is the Rogue Witch leader. She’s very capable of defending herself when needed. Mind your business,” Maverick said sharply which made Vincent scoffed, a glare on his face. “Do you know who attacked you?” Vincent asked, his frown deepening. “Why should I know who can attack me in your pack?” Maverick replied sarcastically. “And let’s not forget,” Aurora added, “your council members don’t like me at all.”

“He’s pushing us to make a choice. But why give us one at all if Victoria is his pawn? Is she just a decoy and he really wants Scarlett?” She frowns. “I don’t know. But he doesn’t seem like the kind of deity who’d be doing anything from the kindness of his heart.” I don’t answer. Because we both know the game now. Loki wants something more than chaos. He’s engineering this. Shaping it like a smith would shape metal. And we’re already on the forge. I take the silver eye, wrap it in obsidian cloth, and tuck it into the deepest warded drawer I have.

The Lycan Enforcer~ ~Annabeth’s POV~ The air around me felt heavy, charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. I looked at the Lycan Enforcer, Kael, and for a split second, I saw death. He wasn't just a man, he looked like a mountain of muscle, staring at me with the cold, calculating gaze of a predator who had found a new, interesting toy.

I begged, my voice cracking with desperation, but they kept dragging me away—from the very moment that could change my life forever. “Please… let me go, let—” The words died in my throat. The doors to the pack house creaked open, and everyone turned toward them. My heart thundered against my ribs and my breathing restless from struggling as my gaze locked onto the figure standing under the moonlight. Torian Valon. The future Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. And then his eyes found mine. A chill rushed down my spine as his words. “Mate.”

Excuse me, it should be the reason why I did that," I shouted right back at him...... Abhishek didn't like the fact that I visited Inoki. He even went further and warned me not to try such stunts again. He walks to the door.. however, I dragged him back to my gaze. "Hold on, can you answer one question for me," I said. "What is that?" He replied. "Tell me, does anyone in the family not know about Loki, is alive,".

Victor growled through the mind link once more. Tania weaved the shadows. The vampires used bursts of speed to take out as many wolves as they could before leaping onto high brunches. I had lost my brother and Quade in the mix but I spotted a white wolf blanketed in purple flames easily. "We can't do this forever," I told Victor as I dodged the dripping fangs of a rogue, making to run left but dashing right a the last minute so the rogue missed my hind legs. I wasn't fighting. I was avoiding. I was surviving. I was blocking out the horror I felt from just snuffing out someone's life.

His hand brushed hers, lightning jumping from his skin to hers, dancing for a second before settling down. They were truly one now. Loki padded up in his dark wolf form, shifting seamlessly, dropping into a crouch below Ravens balcony. He looked up and greeted them. “Alpha. Beta,” he greeted Ragnar with a half-grin, earning a raised brow from Ragnar. “Beta?” Ragnar echoed. Loki shrugged, amusement in his sharp eyes. “That’s what they’re calling you. Alpha Consort or Beta Storm. Take your pick.” Ragnar shot a glance at Raven, who smirked, the flicker of a smile easing the constant tension in her chest.

“Better be careful, though. A healer could tell the difference between claws and your knife.” “It’s still going to happen,” Loki said. “We just need your queen out of the way, first. We think she might be a little suspicious, though. She relocated herself to the healer’s tent.” He shrugged. “We can’t take the chance you’ll be found before her accident, though. So you’re here for a little while. We have a small accident planned for her at the next river crossing.” I felt terror rising in my chest but I didn’t let him see. “Tova swims like a fish. She rescued warriors at the last river crossing. No one will believe she drowned.”

“No one disrespects us or Alpha Perez!” Loki shifts quickly, running into the forest. I have no doubts he can outrun them and lose them. He was a rogue before we took him in and he’s a smart kid. He isn’t Finn, but if I needed to replace my Beta, I would’ve chosen him. I watch as Lance stands up, walking to the tent with water, “Hurry, come here,’ he whispers and I watch as the woman appears. “Here, drink this water, they’ll be back soon.”