Loki And Sylvie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sylvie was furious and did not stop to chat as she kicked Urich from the side, knocking him down to his knees. "You've done it now!" he screamed. "Go! Whoever takes her down gets her!" That was exactly what his goons wanted to hear, and they all leapt toward Sylvie like hungry beasts. However, they proved no match for her despite being armed and were soon dropping like flies. Urich was left frowning as he watched—curse Lugh Frankton! How lucky was he, getting so many ass-kicking hot babes hovering around him?! Soon, Sylvie was in front of Urich, and she slapped him across the face. "What was that you said earlier? Care to say it again?!"

He was still stammering on his lips, but his eyes revealed a flicker of panic. "Liam! What the hell are you doing? Have you gone mad from all the stress of the mating ceremony? The child is obviously yours! You already had the mating ceremony, didn't you?" Sylvia's fingertips dug deep into her palms, the sharp pain pulling her back from the brink of her madness. She looked into Liam's bloodshot eyes, blazing with rage and betrayal, and suddenly let out a hysterical laugh. "Enough!" Sylvia suddenly sat bolt upright. With her uninjured hand, she violently ripped the IV needle from the back of her hand!

Finally understanding their movements after taking a few punches and kicks in my body, I squinted my brows before concentrating my energy on my hand and legs as I kicked and punched them once by once, not stopping to look at my surroundings or anything. Rendering the last girl unconscious, I looked at a group of men having a duel with swords in their hands, and I sighed before taking a sword in my hand and pointing at a random Lycan. "Fight me," I said, and he nodded before starting to move the sword. "You two too," I invited two more men before gulping as it became harder to dodge their attacks even more. However, the harder it was becoming, the more I was enjoying it. Sylvia said Drake wou

There were just too many issues still to be resolved. "Is this nearly over?" Sylvie grumbled, prodding him with her pointed nail. He snarled in agony and spun around to glare at her. “Show some respect,” he demanded with a growl. She raised an eyebrow at him and then scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m bored,” she whispered, pulling her phone out of her bag. Several of the pack members around them gasped in surprise. Sylvie’s behavior was abysmal, and he gritted his teeth. The way she was acting not only reflected poorly on their pack, but as his intended mate, it reflected poorly on him.

I couldn't afford to make things worse for myself or endanger Savio by speaking recklessly. Taking a deep breath, I composed myself, willing my voice to remain calm. "I apologize, Savio. I didn't mean to overstep. It's just... difficult for me to comprehend the loyalty you have towards someone who would order such cruelty." Savio's gaze softened, and he reached out to touch my hand, a gesture of reassurance amidst the tension. "Elaine, I understand your perspective, and I know it's hard to grasp. But within the world of werewolves, the dynamics can be complex. Atlas is not just my alpha; he's the leader of our pack, responsible for ensuring its survival and protecting its members."

She would see the Lycan again. Her head was in a state of euphoria as she lay in bed, imagining herself unravelling the mystery of her saving stranger. The smiles, and her much sought opportunity to say thank you to him. Until she asked herself the damning question. Then what? She was fresh from a heartbreak, and the pain of being left alone on her wedding day. What would happen if she and the Lycan fell in love? Would she not be exposing herself to the pain twice? Why did she even want to see him?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Emma's POV This was the second time Diego and I are having some thing sweet together and I'll admit, I do enjoy every bit of it. Diego hasn't ceased from surprising me. I still can't stop imagining it to be him all these while… the cold and inhuman Lycan Alpha turns out to be a great fuckanarty. It's surprising you know, but nevertheless, I just love him for what and who he is. The way he wasted his seeds in me, I hope it's not what I am thinking. He's not actually planning on getting me pregnant, is he?

Silver bullets are fatal for a Lycan; more than two can actually kill one. After taking out the guards, I follow the scent of my mate, and my blood boils at what I see. She's gently talking to Stefan, but he doesn't see reason. "Damn, did we miss the wedding?" Jokes Isaac and I glare at him. "They are not married... yet," "The dude is crazy, he kidnapped her just to marry her," He chuckles. "Of course he is, have you seen how hot and beautiful Arya Lavista is?" I smirk proudly. I walk up to them and shout,

It was like the shadows blurred for a moment, reaching for me, then Neoma said something that pulled me out of the craze of my mind. “You’re not afraid of him, Violet. Snap out of it. I don’t know how Neal got into our room, but you heard Aleric, it won’t happen again, and if it does… we kill him,” the finality in her words reminded me, I am not the same girl from that mating ceremony, I am not the same… Within ten minutes, Aleric’s massive lycan had us at the northern boarder and before I could see what Russ, Asher, and a few others were crowding, Aleric shifted and pressed me into his bare chest.

She said and Ash nodded looking more troubled than he was a few minutes back. Saphira took Ash's hand and together they disappeared out of the room and immediately headed to Rusvil… _______________ ________________ “They are here! The lycans are here!” One of the black witches screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran through rRusvilafter sighting the lycan soldiers coming from afar. Her words soon caused further confusion than before.