Loki Dancer Novels & Stories

“Whatever you’re having,” Loren leaned across the bar and flagged down one of the Alphas behind it. He was a third year who I’d seen mulling about Kairos’s crowd. He gave Loren a wink then gave me a very pointed once over. Loren held up a peace sign and the guy walked away. She turned to me, bubbling with energy. “I’m so excited!” she said. “We have to dance! That’s my favorite part!” I laughed. “Fine but I’m not any good!”

Everyone's eyes were on us, shining with happiness and excitement for the new addition to our family. Niklaus held me tight, his arms a comforting embrace, his warmth and love enveloping me like a shield. That's when I noticed Kie, Abatrose, and David, all wearing highly decorated, beaded loincloths, their bare chests, and bodies well-oiled and glistening from the light of the huge bonfire, as they joined the dance! My eyes grew wide, my breath caught in my throat, as I watched them move with grace and strength, their bodies mesmerizing in the firelight, their muscles rippling like the waves of the ocean. The sight took my breath away, filling me with awe and admiration for my mates, their b

She just wanted to dance and have fun. She ordered a drink and started dancing as soon as she heard the music boomed on the speaker. People flooded the dance floor and she went with them. She wants to dance all night and forget about the world. The world doesn’t give her anything anyway but pain. She must have been dancing for a full hour when she felt thirsty, so she went to the bar and ordered a drink. A man tried to approach her but she was quick to stiffen her neck. She finished her drink as fast as she could and went back to dancing. She was really enjoying the music when she felt someone hold her hips. She tried to ignore it and move a bit so they wouldn't be touching but he moved clos

I had to get out of this pit immediately, this place where men were openly groping and finger-fucking the dancers as if they were nothing more than living sex toys. I saw more than one woman sink to her knees and bury her head between a man’s spread legs, and the sound of drunken, approving cheers made the bile rise in my throat. Before I could take a single step towards sanity, a firm, warm pressure encircled my wrist. Lochlan. His grip was an iron manacle, deceptively calm but utterly unyielding. His attention seemed fixed on the depraved spectacle, but the granite set of his jaw betrayed a tension the rest of his body refused to show.

All my life I have been treated like dirt, but Loki is carefree and looks at me differently. I smile as we reach the stream, watching as Loki finds a deeper part, using it to wash the dirt from his body. My heart races and I begin to see him even more differently. He is tall and very muscular. His hair is black, but his eyes are green. Something inside me is burning as I watch him rub the water all over his body…. I have never felt this way before.

Lilly heard the two sides talking and her head was about to explode, so she went to the table to get food and also dragged Ella away and Ammit was nowhere to be seen. While chatting happily with Ella, a blond guy swings up from afar. - Long time no see. - Familiar? Lilly asked coldly - Yes, the last time we met was in Paris. Loke happily recounted their meeting, then extended his hand towards her - May I ask you to dance a song? - No. Loke was a bit embarrassed when she was flatly rejected, everyone watching thought she didn't know how to live or die. But you don't give up so easily

I swear I was watching a bunch of toddlers right now as they touched everything in sight. I didn’t mind so much with Uriel, however. She was bent over, her short damn skirt now uncovering her plump lacy underwear. I leaned over to watch her crawl on the floor, counting all the diamonds surrounding the throne. Arranging myself so my boner wouldn’t be the first thing our Uncle would see, Loki pushed me, causing me to trip. “The fuck, man?” Loki shook his head.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

(dashed for Anya) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* LOKI: I have dragged this on for long. I am ending it now. LOGAN: The earlier the better bozo...I'm saving my strength for hook-ups too. LOKI: Let's see how you crack jokes in hell. Twin sword (a pair of sword appeared in both hands) LOGAN: Uh-uh that's a blade man. Shit is getting real

But that doesn't make sense, I didn't sense him jump, he must be standing still. As Lokota is still trying to figure out where Fenrir is, he feels the vibrations in the earth that senses where he is. Lokota is stunned as he realizes that Fenrir is right behind him. Fenrir roundhouse kicks Lokota into his own reinforced wall, ensuring maximum damage. Lokota spits up blood as he falls to the ground utterly defeated.