Danmachi Loki Novels & Stories

“Alpha Liam. He’s the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, who have been our enemies for decades now. He’s forming an alliance with the Darkfang pack just to try to bring us down.” So he’s an enemy of the pack–and a prominent one, at that. Is that why I’m getting headaches just from seeing him? “I feel like I know him,” I choke out. “That’s because you’ve faced him many times before,” Vikrov says, stroking my shoulder gently. His touch feels like home. “And none of your interactions have been particularly kind. It’s okay now, though. You won’t see him again.” “Did you defeat him?” I ask, realizing that if Vikrov is here with me now, the fighting must be over.

I couldn't help it that I was always able to channel more strength with them but I didn't forget dad's words during the trainings that I could be manipulated with them into fighting to my own grave. I forced myself to calm down and continue fighting with logic and calm, knowing that dad wasn't ever going to declare me ready for the war if I won this with emotions. I adjusted my legs and evaded Damien when he charged at me. My position allowed me to slash at his eyes with my claws and I dodged when I felt Loki coming towards me at the same time Damien was rising up. I needed to end this quickly and bit my lips, wondering how I was going to take the two of them down at the same time.

Loki stated calmly with soulless eyes. There was more to his words, and I could sense it from his body language and expression. But the last thing I wanted was to piss Loki off in his territory, so I eyed Blake, looked back at him, and mumbled, "If that's the case, it will be my honor to accept your daughter as my mate." A grin surfaced on Loki's face as he clapped and declared openly, "Problem solved. Let the second stage of the ceremony begin!" Confusion ate at me as I continuously stared at Loki, wondering what was going on in his sick mind, and what game he was playing with us.

Timber flew into the air around us and everything was instantly drenched from the storm. I turned towards the fire, swiping blindly with the machete in my left hand, water coursing off my hair and into my eyes, making it hard to see. Loki cursed and moved backwards, the tip of the machete catching the front of his shirt and rending a cut in it, nicking the skin. He screamed a battle cry and was scrambling to his feet when I swung the second machete in my right hand, my more dominate hand. Because of the rain I misjudged again. Instead of decapitating him, I just cut his throat.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

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I studied him for a moment before finally muttering to myself "Loki." The dog's ears perked up and I repeated it. "Loki." He started wagging his tail and I laughed. "I think he likes it." "Then Loki it is." I wrapped my arms around his neck and he licked my cheek, making me squeal. "He's perfect." I looked up at Damien. "Thank you." "You like him?" "Like him?" I hugged Loki tighter. "I love him." Loki licked my face again and I laughed. "Okay, okay. I love you too."

Loki's P.O.V. The skyline of Chicago loomed in the distance, its jagged edges punctuated by the faint glow of the setting sun. Loki sat in the back seat of his sleek black car, gazing out at the city with a mix of disdain and anticipation. Chicago was a place of power plays, betrayals, and whispered schemes a playground for someone like him. Donavan and Aibek were handling their respective tasks, ensuring the smooth flow of weapons and drugs through the veins of the underworld. Those commodities had always been in demand, but demand brought jealousy, and jealousy often festered into defiance. Fin was the latest example.

The moment Adam flicked his fingers, his men lunged. Reid didn’t hesitate—he shoved me aside, sending me stumbling against the bar. My hands grasped at the counter, my vision swimming from the alcohol, but I forced myself to focus. The first attacker swung for Reid’s jaw. Reid ducked, sharp and controlled, and drove his fist into the guy’s ribs. A sickening crack echoed through the now-silent club. The man staggered back, gasping for air, but Reid didn’t stop—he pivoted and slammed his elbow into the next attacker’s throat, dropping him instantly.

She shivered, realizing they were already surrounded, even before they saw them. From the treeline, figures emerged. Wolves, dark furred, their eyes sharp and wary. They shifted to human form, keeping their distance but making it clear the group was being watched. Then, a man stepped forward. Tall, broad-shouldered, with long dark hair tied back and a cloak trimmed in gray fur. His gaze was sharp, and when it fell on Ryder, he gave a slow nod. “Alpha Darius,” Ryder said, his tone even but commanding. “Lycan King,” Darius replied, bowing his head just enough to show respect. But his eyes flickered coldly.