Loki Fanart Novels & Stories

Amara’s POV The shift was painful. I could not believe it. Looking at myself from the back of my mind, I realized we are huge, three tails, red and white in color. Everyone is looking at us in awe. Thinking to myself, I don’t even know her name. “Skadii,” a voice says to me. Taken aback at the response, “excuse me?” I say. My name... It’s Skadii. I am your Lycan and you are my human. Together, we will do great things, the voice replies. Not sure what to say, I just keep quiet. Looking at everyone in front of me through eyes that aren’t mine but are, I can see their... their fear and astonishment. Skadii takes one look at Blake. “Mate,” she rumbles, then snaps her jaws at Thalia. Thalia takes

The floors were a black marble tiles and the walls were painted fully white with golden spiral stairs leading to the floor above us. Multiple paintings of werewolves hung on the wall and the scent of Jasmine and lavender filled my nostrils. I noticed they were coming from the scented candles in certain parts of the room. I found Lycan sitting on one of his black leather sofas, a glass mug in his hand, his eyes fixed to the laptop on the glass table in front of him. The voice coming from the laptop made me realise he was having a video conference.

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?”

“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 in a calm tone and deadpan expression that made me swell with anger. "Don't you try to blackmail me, Loki!" I shouted, losing control of my rage. "I would never. I just need you to come to your senses, Blake. Loretta has half of the pack members in her grip. But the Nobles own most of them financially…" "Dad!" Sighing heavily, Loki's expression softened as he said, "With Luna mated to Nero, your chances of running this pack is slim, except you have both the Nobles and me backing you."

“Oh, thank the Celestial Heavens! Because if you didn’t like Luci, you wouldn’t have liked the other nickname I gave you.” Loki’s head shot up, crawling to the end of his bed, yet far enough so I did not strangle the little prick. “What’s the other nickname?” he giggled. “Lurch.” Loki and I looked at each other, not understanding the new name. “You know, from the Addams Family? ‘Their creepy and their kookie, mysterious and spooky….” Uriel continued to sing the theme song from the human television show, Loki rolling on the bed with his arms on his stomach, laughing.

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.