Loki Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She had already wandered off, stepping up the steps of the throne, watching the sea anemone with delight. Loki groaned, fisting his hands to his eyes. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “The shiny stuff just makes me wanna stare at it, touch it and take it. I wanna stuff all the pretty stuff in my damn pockets and I don’t know why.” I raised a brow, rolling my eyes.

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.

He couldn't help it. She had curves and really beautiful skin. She wasn't particularly skinny. She was soft, a mesomorph but soft. Her legs were long for days and her thighs, thicker than an average woman's, were smooth and milky. Loki shook his head and reminded himself that he was not supposed to look at her in that manner. He was only allowed to look at her as an object to be protected. But he couldn't ignore how her hair swished around her hip as she moved to where her clothes lay on the rock. She bent over and immediately, Loki looked away.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

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?”

Before I made the turn all the way around, I realized it wasn’t completely empty. Of course, he had a throne! A massive chair was the only decoration in the open space, placed at the very end with a gigantic black stony wall towering behind it. Small streams of water danced down over the rough and uneven surface. There were no lamps or even fire to see, but still, there was light here. Looking closer, I saw the small, white blinking light in between rocks on the wall, even on the roof above me. They looked like stars, giving this cold and vast space some magical feel to it. My attention traveled back to the throne and Loki. With a bored and lazy posture, his feet dangled over one armrest, an

I started to walk away, but he followed me. “You’re clearly not fine. Something’s bothering you… Are you reading p**n?” “No. It’s an erotic magazine.” Loki gave me a surprised look. “That is basically the same thing. Why are you reading it?” “Loki, can we talk some other time? I’m trying to get some inspiration.” I also need a damn dress. I have a lot of dresses, but all my costumes for performances are custom-made and fitted specifically for each performance. They’re definitely not going to be the most comfortable things to get fucked in after I’m done dancing.

He stares at the mixture Loki had given him to drink, be sniffs it and his nose wrinkles in discomfort, "Hurry Mace, it's the only way we can free ourselves from this torture." He pushes the bowl to his mouth and forces him to drink it and when it was down his throat he so desperately wanted to puke it back but Loki covered his mouth, he groans in pain at the tangy and bitter taste, "now for the final stage." Loki was a strong hybrid who had inherited his mother's abilities and knowledge on magic and the dark world, right now he was performing black magic to make Mace more attractive in Arcadia's eyes. He was enhancing his scent and essence to attract the Queen.

Nice wasn’t exactly in our nature, and I could feel his impatience growing. Loki had always been ruthless, cold, brutal, and merciless to everyone and everything. He rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually to demand blood or dominance. Yet here he was, telling me to be nice to the little omega trembling in my arms. The same wolf who had nearly forced a mark on her neck that night at the summit now wanted gentleness? Strange. Very fucking strange. He wanted her claimed. He wanted her marked. He wanted her screaming our name while we filled her again and reminded her exactly who she belonged to.

Loki said and immediately end the call. Loki is like a child. Little and random things interest him even at an early age. He would get dirty or walk a thousand miles if that is the only way to be with his "educational tool". He got it from his adventurer father. He only sees things and people as some kind of tools to learn more. He likes observing people in their everyday lives, it does not only satisfies his thirst for knowledge and some other things, but it also fulfill his role as a shadow for someone he needs to protect. Luckily, he never knocked someone out ever. Well, that's a good news.