Loki Artwork Novels & Stories

he asked, leaning forward slightly, refocusing on the painting. I signed my paintings with my alias, Abigale Rourke, however, hidden somewhere in all of my artwork where my real initials, HD for Hycinth Diamonte. I pointed to two swirls by the wolf's ear. Luca nodded. My glance drifted away from the painting and landed on another piece of artwork. I hadn't created this one. Instead, we'd found it at a local flea market, and it was one of my favorite pieces in the loft. A massive, metal steampunk-looking clock with interlocking gears. The time on the clock face jolted me out of our softly-spoken moment.

Loki was finding it hard to pull the Kanime but he knew that he still had to do it no matter what. The warriors had left and he was able to put on the dark pants China had gotten for him. He had the backpack slung over his back. It was going to take a long time before he got to the river but he knew he had to do this for Heyli. He had no idea how to make her shift back to normal and it had him bothered. Well, he was going to wait and learn how she worked.

Loki asks, his hand on his chin. “Like this, he begins, looking at each before pressing one, “The beginning,” he says touching a stone with a woman on it,” the middle, “he says touching a stone with a picture of a wolf and woman together with a mirror beside them. “And then,” he smirks looking at me and I gasp, walking to the stones, my hand hovering over one I am very familiar with. “And then a girl staring into the mirror with the reflection of the wolf staring back at her,” I say, with the biggest smile on my face.

“Three lines. Wolf, lycan, and witch… that is unprecedented. Are you certain?” I felt my jaws tightened. “I would not risk such a claim without certainty, Your Majesty. I watched her, studied her, and I am her father. Her mother, I loved her with all my heart long ago. I never met my mate, and I was 28 years old I had every intention of taking Amara’s mother as my chosen Luna. When I turned 30, I met that’s when I chose Lina over Athena, my mate and Luna Lina. The mate bond was just too strong. Athena was pregnant and never said a wors to me. Lina, my mate was also pregnant when I met her and never told me. one night, the same night my Luna gave birth I felt a draw to the woods. Caden was me

Instead of arguing, I approached the stand and unveiled what lay beneath the cloth—a painting. The three wolves' reactions were immediate and distinct. My father's eyes narrowed in assessment, Derek's widened in appreciation, and Bernard simply looked confused. The painting was extraordinary—a Fenrir-like creature with massive wings, executed in traditional Northern Territory ink style. The beast seemed to leap from the canvas, its green-gold eyes burning with life and power. "Northern Territory ink art—mythical beasts from ancient wolf legends," I explained, watching their reactions carefully. "This is my exploratory business idea."

“Basically, it's a set volume of space which he can move to different locations in this dimension. But the space itself exists in a different dimension, or more accurately a parallel dimension. Though I didn’t know he called it the [Loki Space]” “Loki specialises in spatial and Black Magic, more specifically illusory magic. It’s how he makes his getaways and collects intel. If he didnt want you to find him, you never would have. I didn’t think that he would tell you that, Miss Witch.” Guinevere said. “I take it as a sign of trust. He did teach me a lot of offensive Black Magic as well as a variety of spatial magic. If I recall, Platinum specialises in Elemental and Arcane Magic.”

Nao asked while his eyes looked straightened on her as calmly. "Oh yes! I'm improving now, maybe one day I will fulfill my dream and put yourself as my gamer character" Loki teased Nao and she shown her portfolio of artworks. "Look! it was all of my characters and this is mine, short dark purple hair, and with the intense look" as Loki pointedly her finger at the proportions of the character. Loki didn't notice, They were so close, and she could heard Nao’s calm voice speaking. "You are a great artist" Nao smiled at her closely and Loki blushed since she was not comfortable when a man so sweet to her.

“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—”

Loki said something like, "Where?" "Bee." She stepped forward. The moment she had stepped foot where she ought to stand, she turned to look at me. And then looked away. "Titan." A boy this time. Has a dark complexion and is wearing tank top and shorts. "Jungle boy, that one," Loki whispered. "Hard to catch. Pretty agile." "Why would you want to catch him?" I asked. "He stole my cheesecake," Loki frowned at the memory. "I caught him, though. But the cheesecake's gone. He received quite the beating."