Loki Fanart Novels & Stories

The Lycan nobles lined the courtyard around me, and they were beautiful and terrible in equal measure, and their golden eyes glowed in the dim light of the frozen torches, and their smiles showed teeth that could tear me apart in seconds. One of them threw a piece of bread at my face, and it bounced off my cheek and landed in the snow, and another spat at my feet, and someone called me a human whore, and laughter followed, cruel and bright and utterly without mercy. I did not look up, because I had learned long ago that the best way to survive was to give them nothing, no tears and no anger and no fear, nothing they could use against me. If you gave them nothing, they would eventually get bo

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.

Thick and floor sweeping, I used the shimmery scales of the sea creatures as inspiration to create complex folds that changed color with every step. Sofia’s changed from dark green, light green, to gold, while mine changed from sapphire, light blue, to white. For jewelry…none of my collections could compete with the ones Idris Raed got me in Lycan Town. Sofia nearly turned me deaf from her exaggerated squeal when she saw the jewel. “Fuck, Sai! What’s your problem? This Lycan is practically screaming, ‘take me’ at you, and you’re hung up on that blind bastard?”

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

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However, she pauses and looks at Gemini, saying, "There's more. Consider the force in opposition. Gemini looks across at the other side of the mural, her eyes enlarging at the images of shadows. Overlooking the battlefield are shadowy entities who blend in with the darkness they control, their forms contorting and writhing. But in the middle of it all is a figure that gives Gemini the chills. She says, her voice hardly audible, "It's him." "Loki." It's obvious how similar they are. The old carvings here represent Loki, the man they have been fighting, the one who has controlled and tormented them from the shadows. His image is colossal, a towering entity encircled by hate and evil magic.

Startled by the voice, I jolted forward and looked back only to see this lean-built guy with pale skin and dark red eyes standing behind me with a huge grin on his face. He had his black hair styled in a mohawk and wore a handless black jacket to match, making him look like your stereotypical biker gang member or something. But something was off about him. This guy's a... "Nimue, meet Loki. My vampire associate and contact in the southern district." Jin pointed at the man, his face expressionless as he let out a sigh.

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

“Why would yo-” “The great Lycia Amoret, the future queen of the Amoret Coven, why would she care about a stupid mutt that her mother hates? You can have any man you want at your beck and call, if you wish you can fuck twenty men right here and it wouldn’t faze you, that is the kind of person you are. I, a clingy mate, was too burdensome for you, right?”

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.