Loki Designs Novels & Stories

user"> *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-69d31629-0670-83e8-b638-2691e11b6d70-122" data-testid="conversation-turn-678" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> Loki already had a fully grown golden-winged dragon with combat capability at two hundred percent, so this one shouldn’t be his.

A sense of familiarity took over me. I was looking at a shiny golden locket. It was the size of an eyeball. It was a powder peg with a personalized design engraved on it. I knew it was unique since the design was one of a kind. The pattern engraved on it is symbolic and meaningful to me. It was a message. The locket was engraved with circular designs, mountains, sea, the 7 suns, and 7 moons. They were all meaningful to me. Tears started to stream down my face. I slowly walked closer to the table where that locket rested. Few mosses and dirt covered the locket but they never hinder me to identify what it was.

Loki Letus, a rich, handsome and influential man, who had an androgynous body, long red hair and of German origin, that region was close to the Swiss Alps, where he had his winter skiing business and various hobbies and snow sports. There he was, fucking another woman, a rich young businesswoman, all around him, fucking the beautiful blonde, named Ariadne Papadaquis, who was on all fours, while observing other couples spread out, she was one of his seasonal lovers, in which he offered discounts, in exchange for spending a few nights being fucked by him. The man was a muscular, handsome, red-haired, green-eyed version who had countless servants and trains and cable cars. There in the middle o

Loki knew she had learnt her lessons and for the sake of herself and her unborn child, she now has to do things differently, making sure never to repeat the mistakes of her past, mistakes such as; believing or falling in love easily, and not seeking out her purpose out of life first. It was really a hard lesson and of course, she learnt so much to last her a lifetime. "This way," a blonde sales attendant beckoned to her and Loki nodded slightly, following her to the section for exclusive designer wears usually reserved for premium customers. They arrived in no time and soon she was staring at different racks of exclusive designer dresses and she needed to make her pick. A particular dress ca

Loki POV So after I told my slut of a mate that I would be back in time for the wedding, I picked my phone and dialed my special friend and let him know that i needed him and 3 others to get to the Royal wedding and that before he leaves that my witch that I have been fucking for 5 years will be sending him a package this will have a potion for each them to take to change their identities and finger prints so they could make it through the security scan at the boarder then a masking powders they will need to keep it on the them and reapply every 2 hours until they are out of the pack territory, the package will also have a few hundred little mushrooms in there you will drive around the board

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.

Loki The shrine breathes. Not literally, of course. Not with lungs or lips, but with old, pulsing magic and coiled silence. I stand at its edge and inhale the scent of dust and ash, of time knotted and fraying, of truths so old they’ve forgotten their own names. It suits me. The Weavers built this place long before the wolves howled or the gods dared call themselves divine. Their threads still linger here, etched into the stones, trembling with half-sung hymns and dangerous longing. They don’t speak to most. But I’m not most.

"Don't commission Jaricles. Their chief designer is a plagiarist. They will go out of business in a few days." On the other end of the line, Corvus was confused. "Why would they go out of the business? I just looked them up on the Internet, and they're very popular. There's no way they had gained so much popularity by plagiarizing someone." "I've seen their design sketch. It's Lolly's." Corvus was stunned. "Well, that explains why no one has reported them, even after so many years. Uh… Ted, you need to keep your composure."

From the day of her trauma to the day her dad fell in coma. Touching the locket on her neck, which was in a round marble protected with a thick glass, it has a unique arrangement. If observed keenly, the marble in it, forms a shape of a dragon, if kept in the sun it forms a wolf figure. The design was unique and only one.