Hela Loki Novels & Stories

“Siegfried, I'm minding at what are you doing!” “I'm protecting your realm, Helia Baal,” said the gloomy creature in a toneless voice, sitting at one of the crevices of the precipice. The creature turned its head of a goat with its two left and right twisted horns winding towards the back of its head. It had been picking crow's foot grasses, placing the grass between its claw-like hands, and turning it to crows. “Siegfried, stop this treachery at once! There's vermin everywhere!” Helia's voice was tight, wobbly drawing again her broom with her both hands– this time to smack the creature that had been making pesky vermin.

(dashed for Anya) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* LOKI: I have dragged this on for long. I am ending it now. LOGAN: The earlier the better bozo...I'm saving my strength for hook-ups too. LOKI: Let's see how you crack jokes in hell. Twin sword (a pair of sword appeared in both hands) LOGAN: Uh-uh that's a blade man. Shit is getting real

"Wait, I'll add her to the call, hold on." A few moments went by before Shauna's voice came through, "Hey, Mila. What's going on?" "Something odd happened. Lowell had Lobo in some crystal circle thing. And then there was smoke, it came from the floor in the circle. Purple and black." "Whoa. That doesn't sound good." Betty commented. "I know. And Lobo breathed it in. He's been acting strange ever since that happened. But when I ask him about it, he lies. I know for a fact that it's because of the smoke."

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The food in the basket gave off waves of rotting smell, and the whole room filled with cold, terrifying, resentful energy. But Hela started cackling, and her nails turned black and long; not a single part of her face was intact anymore. She stared at everyone with that sinister look. "I see you knew who I was all along. Why did you even bother telling me those stories? All of you can die!" As she spoke, she reached out and lunged straight toward Aria. If she had grabbed anyone else, it might have been fine. When Landon saw her going after Aria, his eyes turned cold.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Quintina could not believe that they were on the same team. Loki was dressed in a grey robe. A slight grin crept up on his somewhat handsome face as he said, “How do you do, Ms. Quintina?” Demetrius smirked. “This elixir is now ours. Do you have any objections?”

I held my breath, waiting for him to strike. White lightning streamed through their van’s windows, illuminating that part of Richmond Park. More gunshots rang through the air, but none smashed through the glass. I clenched my fists and breathed hard to remain calm. Beki gave me a questioning bark. “Loki had to disguise himself so he could get close to the enforcers.” She tilted her head to the side. “It was just a guess that Captain Caria would be there, but she seems to be Hades’ number-one henchwoman.”

They devour it before anyone notices. Across the table, Loviatar leans toward Hel—the Norse goddess of death—and starts speaking in the god’s tongue. They think I don’t understand. They’re wrong. I whisper an incantation. The words twist in the air and slide into meaning. “Have they gotten everyone in your pantheon into the cells?” Loviatar asks, her voice a dry rasp. “Nearly,” Hel replies. “My father, Loki, hid Fenrir, Narfi, and Vali. That might complicate things. Then again, Father usually only looks out for himself.”

A shield spell weaved from bone salt and nightshade keeps us hidden from prying eyes. Around me, the others move like shadows. Hilda leans against a wooden post, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Soren sits on the garden wall, one foot dangling off the side like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “She’s burning hotter than she should be,” I say at last, stopping beside them. “Scarlett. Her magic is reacting to Loki like it recognizes him.” “Fucking Loki,” Hilda answers grimly. She doesn’t even try to soften the name. She spits it out shrouded in venom, doubtlessly hoping he’ll appear so she can try and take him down.