Loki Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I stand at a distance and watch as Alpha Kai’s Lycan, Loki, converses with Fenriz’s Baron. Loki is huge, his size clearly double that of Baron and as broadly built as Kai himself; his claws are the size of a grown man’s index finger, while his teeth look like they could bite an arm clean off. They’ve been talking for over forty minutes, but I sense no bloodlust from either of them; no, all I can sense is a brotherly love.

The stone lid of the coffin slid open with a low grinding roar. I raised the torch higher. There he was. Loki. The Vampire Prince. Unmoving. Unbreathing. Ageless. He looked like marble carved by hands too perfect for this world. His skin was pale and smooth, the kind of pale that meant cold. His long hair was white as moonlight, flowing around his shoulders like silk. His eyes were shut, lashes too long, too still. But even in sleep, he was beautiful—dangerously, impossibly beautiful. I took a step back, instinct telling me to run.

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He ignores her comment and asks, “Why don’t you feel cursed? You’re blind! You are missing out on one of the biggest senses.” “Because I like my human, and I like the way Selene blessed me. Maybe in my next life I won’t be blind, but I will take the hand I’m dealt now.” Loki continues to mumble incoherent sentences, but after a few minutes, Kodi asked, “Are you ready?” He grumbles, “Fine.” I can feel as Kai takes control once again. He’s confused and Kodi speaks to him, “I’m sorry, Loki is stubborn, but I’ll do everything I can to help you adjust.”

Bee said, and the guy growled, pissed. Loki, whose grin is probably everlasting, approached the big bully who calls himself Ace--- the kid who rode the same chopper as me. "Ace, what's up?" he asked and put his arm on Ace's shoulder. "Get your filthy hand off me, idiot," Ace said, and the scowl on his face grew darker. "Not making another mess, are we?" Loki asked and met his glare with a nice set of teeth. The Alligator Kid walked towards the battered boy kneeling down on the ground.

I'm comfortable with what I want, and I go for it As a Loki Type, I know I am lucky when it comes to knowing one's sexuality. The Gods and Goddess of Chaos and Mystery teach all their young that sexuality and attraction are not defined by one's gender but by the person. Unfortunately for Samael and his cousins, their parents aren't as accepting. The main Gods and Goddesses are by-the-book type of people, they can't read between the lines, and they see the world as Black and White; there aren't even shades of gray in their world, which explains this tension between Samael and me right now.

Fin was the latest example. The car pulled to a halt outside a towering mansion, its gothic architecture casting long shadows over the driveway. Loki stepped out, his presence commanding yet effortless. Every step he took was deliberate, each one reverberating with authority that sent lesser creatures scrambling to bow their heads or scuttle out of sight. The world knew what he was Hell's prince, a force of darkness that didn't need to announce itself.

Loki So today is my brother’s funeral and I don’t think that realize that It a golem instead of me yet but they will soon realize it well my plot for kidnapping the Queen herself is starting to form and I know that I will be able to kidnap her and force her to take me as her second mate, I will also have her making changes to the kingdom they way I seem fit first by starting to break some of the alliances that have been formed I don’t like some of the communities that she has alliances with and I need to make sure that I can start wars throughout the kingdom because I want war I want death because that what we need we have had this for thousands of years what is the difference now why shou

“I’ve still got it.” Then Siobhanny twirled, reappearing in horned helmet and leather Loki at his so freaking hot when he plays dominant. He clasped his hands behind his back, curling his lip. “Kneeling would now be deemed appropriate.” Then he waved his hand. “Only kidding. Who gets off on forcing their enemy to become their slave in the twenty-first century?” He tapped his teeth as if in thought. “I know, Wolve Winners.” He threw off his helmet, and his black hair transformed back to red. I scowled. “I said that I don’t want you to be—”

ALEXANDER ‘MATE!’ Loki and I reveled at the sight of our beautiful mate. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The girl’s utterly drop-dead gorgeous. She had long dark brown hair that cascaded down her back way past her tiny waist. Fair, smooth looking skin. VERY large breasts and fucking thick thighs I want to lick and caress while we make fucking love. But it was her eyes that held my most attention. They were blood-red, and she was looking at me with those deep gorgeous eyes with a hint of fear and confusion and shock.