Frost Giant Loki Novels & Stories

My breaths shallowed, and the part of my soul that had spent decades in the Punishment Pits wondered if Griff would have been so forgiving and amorous if I had looked exactly like my old self. Beki’s sharp bark sliced through that traitorous thought. Griff wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. “It’s perfect.” The Norse god of Mischief grinned. “Then it’s time to go.” Eagon and Umber walked up to Loki. “Sorry Your Majesty, but we’re going to be a bit rough.” Loki pushed out his ample chest and grinned. “Don’t worry about little old me. I can take a bit of rough handling.”

Still by cunning, Loki offered to bring Hoder the ash trunk that he would use to shape the new Baldur, the magnificent and beloved god. Loki brought him a crooked trunk with a huge bump that he hid behind a veil of deception. Hoder spent moons molding a Man who would resemble his twin brother. And when finished, Loki led Hoder to the room where Odin was lying, after making him look like Frigg, Odin's wife. Hoder then put Odin's hand on his statue and it received the breath of life.

Later, I settled into the Snowbound pack and focused on my pregnancy, but the peace didn't last long. One day, I discovered that the Snowbound pack's water source used for irrigation carried withered black leaves, unique to the Darkshadow pack. The Blight had spread along the waterway. Pups in the Snowbound pack were starting to show symptoms of infection, so I could no longer run from it. For the sake of my pups, I had to journey to the Sacred Grounds and find a solution. Just as I was preparing to leave alone, Loki appeared outside my door. He looked worse than before, with bloodshot eyes and a gaunt face. But he kept his distance and maintained a lowly, humble demeanor.

All my life I have been treated like dirt, but Loki is carefree and looks at me differently. I smile as we reach the stream, watching as Loki finds a deeper part, using it to wash the dirt from his body. My heart races and I begin to see him even more differently. He is tall and very muscular. His hair is black, but his eyes are green. Something inside me is burning as I watch him rub the water all over his body…. I have never felt this way before.

Even though she was having trouble breathing and her muscles were hurting from the exertion, she resisted the urge to quit up as fatigue started to set in. Low and black, Loki laughed. "Gemini, I was expecting more from you. Even after all this, you still lack the strength to overcome me. With a dark enchantment around his fingers, he raised his hand. When Gemini realized what he was going to do—a last, terrible blow intended to end her permanently—her heart raced. However, a thunderous roar reverberated around the area before Loki could act. A gigantic creature with black energy rose up from the shadows behind him, dominating the battlefield.

It was the figure standing in the shadows, just beyond the altar’s reach. Asha’s breath caught in her throat. The figure was tall and imposing, draped in flowing robes of dark fabric that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. The face was hidden beneath a hood, but the presence of the figure was unmistakable. It was a spirit—a manifestation of the Frostkin's ancestors.

It was cold—frigid, even—and it was slowly but steadily freezing her heart and other vital organs. In his mind, Danial searched the vast repository of knowledge from his inheritance and found the explanation: Miss Kirk possessed a rare condition known as the Frostborn Physique. This was no ordinary affliction—it was a unique and powerful physique that caused the body to continuously generate frost energy whenever she cultivated. The Frostborn Physique grew stronger with each cultivation session, making it increasingly difficult to control and maintain the frost energy. Left unchecked, this energy could potentially freeze her from the inside out, a slow and painful process that could ultimate

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.”

Standing in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by burning debris and the fallen forms of dozens of wild hunters, was a titan of frost. It stood twenty feet tall, a monstrous figure clad in thick plates of jagged, translucent blue ice that served as armor over a body made of black, compacted snow and ancient bedrock. Its broad face possessed no eyes, only a glowing crimson fissure that ran down its center, and in its massive right fist, it wielded a pillar of solid black ice wrapped in rusted iron chains. The Frost King.The prime apex of the forgotten horde, summoned from the deep glacier by Vespera's broken blood seal.

Sound sucked away, wildlife gone mute. Like the world inhales and forgets to exhale. “Does anyone else feel like we’re being watched?” Elliott mutters. “Of course we are,” Ilsa answers with a shrug. “This forest has opinions.” Chris snorts. “That is not comforting.” I say nothing. Because I don’t feel watched. I know it. Loki has always been a slow chemical burn of chaos and temptation. A grinning menace in velvet gloves. He thrives on imbalance and I won’t offer him more.