Detective Loki Prisoners Novels & Stories

That included a very painful booking process that stripped them of all connections from the outside world while they were being detained for trial. The room had erupted in chaos, but we did not have to worry about anyone trying to escape because we had a perimeter blocker in place. It worked just like Brynn’s tether did to Loki back in the day. It made it so that he could not escape that room. They could not escape here even if it was through a gift or portal. Jackson and I worked perfectly in tandem with each other. We had each other’s backs while we took out the threats in front of us. Our auras were not even needed, but it was all about optics right now and a show of force.

Passing through one prison after another—one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine in total—across the damp, freezing ground, Odin finally stopped before the innermost cell. The red-haired youth’s limbs were bound by heavy shackles, layered with countless locks and chains. At the sound of footsteps, he immediately lifted his head and looked toward the entrance. “Loki, whatever you’ve been planning—we both know it well enough. There’s no need to spell it out,” Odin said coldly, his gaze devoid of emotion, like a machine. “You…” Loki stared at him. “Since when did you know?”

“You’re too stubborn for your own good.” “And you love me it,” she teased, her tone lightening the moment. “More than you know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The next morning brought a new sense of purpose. The penthouse buzzed with activity as Logan and his team debriefed Damien on the aftermath of Kozlov’s capture. “Kozlov is locked away in a secure facility,” Logan reported, his tone professional. “We’ve already intercepted a few of his associates trying to regroup, but the majority are either in hiding or scrambling to save their own skins.”

Good. As I walked toward the exit tunnels with Tyrone by my side, I felt the weight of ten years of peace behind me and the fire of a decade-old war ahead. I was Valerie, the Detective Alpha, and I was going to find out exactly who had stolen the life I was supposed to have. From the distance, Tyrone stood near the gates looking as handsome as ever. I smiled but he doesn't return it. Grabbing me by the waist, he planted a deep, intoxicating kiss on my lips almost stealing my breath away. He pulled back only to say.

She reached over, placing her hand on his. “Dino,” she said softly. “We’ll make him pay.” Dino took a slow breath. “Not just pay. He’s going to feel what it’s like to have his world ripped apart.” Outside, the city lights blurred past. Tonight, they were going after Isabella. And if the information was correct, they were also going after Lorenzo. The Last Moretti Tomás’ voice came through the earpiece. “We’ve got confirmation. Lorenzo is still inside the prison. Minimum security. Looks like Sanchez had him buried there under a different identity.”

She cried. “What are you doing !!.” Loki yelled and shoved me to the side. I held him back and used the power of a king against him but he still stood and questioned me. “How could you?!.” He asked me. “You’re just like him!!, what has this girl done to you?!. All she did was love you!!, and care about you!!.” Loki barked at me. “Please let me out!!!!, please!!.” Alora pleaseded. Alora wailed in pain. Loki walked to the glass cube Alora was locked in, he looked around like he was trying to find an away room to unlock the cube.

"It's fine, I'm always happy to help in any way I can." Detective Dane's eyes scanned her appearance, his expression disapproving. "What have you done to yourself? What happened to your sexiness?" Loo laughed awkwardly, and Detective James shot Dane a warning look. "Sorry," Dane muttered. James continued. "It's just a routine check-up on some questions." Dane's expression turned serious. "Loo, are you aware Merida has been kidnapped?" Loo's eyes widened in shock. "I didn't know... how did that happen?"

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

Loki had always been my wise and comforting companion, but now, he displayed signs of concern. "Listen to Ashford, Alexei," Loki's voice resonated in my thoughts. "This isn't a wise path to follow. Sneaking into the pack house could lead to grave consequences. The guards are everywhere, and you risk exposing yourself to danger." Despite Loki's warnings, my determination was unwavering. My overwhelming desire to see Tori had clouded my judgment, and I responded with a hint of stubbornness, "Loki, I understand the risks, but I can't wait any longer. I need to see Tori. It's something I must do."

Mine. Mine’s changed. It used to burn gold. Now it runs gold and red. Like a vein bleeding light. I reach for it. Just close enough to feel the hum beneath my fingertips. And that’s when I see it. A new thread. Thin and silver, wrapped tightly around the base of mine. Like a parasite. No. Like a hook. It pulses once and I know immediately who it belongs to. Loki. He didn’t just brush against my magic the last time he touched me. He threaded himself through me. Through this. Through everything.