Loki Cards Novels & Stories

"I don't have time to visit or argue. If you are here to tell me the price, get on with it. I love him, can't you see that?' Lorenzo the Elder put a hand on Jinx's shoulder. It felt like warm energy washing over him. "And some things have no price. You will know the price when you choose to master the cards you need. Here in the Underworld, they will unlock their secrets. Each card will become a part of you forever. But the cost... My boy, no one gets to know that until the trade is made. Do you love him that much?" "Innehavre," Jinx whispered to his ancestor.

His warrior name, Lukan Vale, is beautifully etched across the front in a shiny, molten gold font. "Purchase whatever weapons, gear, or garments your wolf desires. There is absolutely no resource limit on that account," I explain. "No limit on the card's funds, or no limit for my body?" he asks, a devious spark returning to his eyes. "Both. My beast commands more pack wealth than your line could spend in five entire lifetimes, little wolf. Purchase whatever your spirit desires, darling." He taps the gold-etched metal playfully against the stone counter and flips the card around in his fingers. "A month ago, my wolf would have stated that this card would fix every single broken piece of my li

Lola says as Sel offers her the card. "First, think of something, a problem, and you will draw out three cards, one will represent your past, the next present, and the third your future, You could also draw out just one card, which will be self encompassing." Francia nods, and she draws a card - Six of Spades. She breathes in, and draws another card - Five of Clubs. She looks at us for the meaning, but we say nothing as she draws the last one - Nine of Spades.

When I reached the armory entrance, I froze. Lok was the one opening the armory door. He punched in a code he shouldn’t have known, and the heavy metal door slid open. The armed men rushed inside without hesitation. I watched as they grabbed artifacts—our sacred ones—and scooped energy bullets into their bags. It felt unreal. Everything hit me at once. Lok’s words. His presence here. His control over the door. And then it clicked. Lok wasn’t loyal. He wasn’t trying to protect the kingdom.

The floor is pure white stone, cold as winter snow under my bare feet. In the dead centre sits the obsidian table. On top of it lies the black book. It is massive, bound in iron and dragon-hide, requiring the strength of two alpha lycans just to shift it from the stone. But only royal blood can break the seal. I place my right palm flat against the cold leather. "Adriel of the House of Luperca." The iron clasps snap open with a loud click. The pages begin to turn on their own, flipping through centuries of dead kings and forgotten wars until they stop at my own generation.

Believe me, it will happen. Alicia said a mocking tone falling out higher only to go back to being an octave lower than what she had used before as she searched Camilla's bag. Finally, three black colored card was fished out of the bag which she tossed back to the arrogant secretary. It was a 'Smart e-Card.' It gives them entrace into the company. The entrance of the suite is built with a spellTech product which allows access into the company for only those with the cards. The SpellTech were like programmed morbidly to the e-card[Electronic card] where by the automated scanner would read the logo of the e-cards and them open up for the weilder and right now, Alicia held these three cards.

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.

Erin started to explain. “So each bandit would give us that many points? And there’s a lot of them? This’s really a good quest!” said a slightly shocked Zephyr after she had finished explaining about the quest. “They’re called the Black Tiger Bandits. Each of them has a Black Tiger card on them. The cards of the Strength level fighters are made of wood and the cards of the Agility level fighters are made of jade. As for the management, they carry cards made out of jade too, but in red color,” continued Erin.

He brought out a black card and tossed it on the table. Scott Roger’s eyes blinked continuously on seeing the black card that was before him as he tried to get a grip of himself. "I can see that you only shuffle between four different shirts. The polka dot shirt that I hate, the black plain buttoned t-shirt, the green striped shirt, and the plain white t-shirt. That is my black card and the passcode to the card is 3446! Go to the boutique at LIOR house of luxury! Select fifty shirts, thirty pants, forty shoes, and other things that depict masculinity " Connor said while Scott nodded his head.

Lorcan walks authoritatively toward the bar, leans slightly to his left, and deposits a key card on a bar table. “Sorry,” I hear him say charmingly. “Lost my balance.” Following his lead, I approach another group, pretend to look at a light fitting, and drop three cards down onto the mirrored surface of the table. The sound of them landing is covered by the band, and no one even notices. Lorcan is planting cards on the main long bar, moving along quickly, deftly reaching between bar stools and behind backs. “You dropped this, I think?” he says, as a girl turns a questioning face to him. “Oh, thank you!” She takes the card from him, and my insides curdle. I am