Loki Fanart Novels & Stories

“Basically, it's a set volume of space which he can move to different locations in this dimension. But the space itself exists in a different dimension, or more accurately a parallel dimension. Though I didn’t know he called it the [Loki Space]” “Loki specialises in spatial and Black Magic, more specifically illusory magic. It’s how he makes his getaways and collects intel. If he didnt want you to find him, you never would have. I didn’t think that he would tell you that, Miss Witch.” Guinevere said. “I take it as a sign of trust. He did teach me a lot of offensive Black Magic as well as a variety of spatial magic. If I recall, Platinum specialises in Elemental and Arcane Magic.”

Nao asked while his eyes looked straightened on her as calmly. "Oh yes! I'm improving now, maybe one day I will fulfill my dream and put yourself as my gamer character" Loki teased Nao and she shown her portfolio of artworks. "Look! it was all of my characters and this is mine, short dark purple hair, and with the intense look" as Loki pointedly her finger at the proportions of the character. Loki didn't notice, They were so close, and she could heard Nao’s calm voice speaking. "You are a great artist" Nao smiled at her closely and Loki blushed since she was not comfortable when a man so sweet to her.

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.

“Isn’t it too early?” Lizzy shook her head as she went to work creating a test to see if Chloe carried Tristan’s child. “I probably shouldn’t say this because it’s dangerous for you to bear a child, but, I’m hoping that your half human factor is enough to offset the Lyronia side of you because I’d really love a dragon in the family.”

~THE LYCAN ENFORCER ~ ~Annabeth's POV~ "If this art isn't finished by dawn, my Uncle will have both our heads." Tommy’s voice was shaking so hard the paintbrushes in his hand rattled like dry bones. I sat up on my thin mattress, looking hard at the blank canvas in front of us. "A Lycan Enforcer doesn't care about art, Tommy," I said, trying to steady my own breathing. "He cares about power and control."

“Okay.” Darius applied the same spell to Carl. Like Scott, a white liquid appeared, which had become a mirror. Darius waved his hand. Scott’s memory appeared again. Darius pointed his hand at Carl’s mirror. “Lyall Wolfe Lycaros.” Lyall appeared in Carl’s mirror, then Lyall transformed into a Lycan monster. In Scott’s mirror, there was also a Lycan monster. They examined both mirrors. “They’re not the same,” Carl said. “Look. They’re different monsters.”

Loki linked her mind to his, ‘Take my power Mate, use it to protect our child little wolf.’

I shake my head no, “Actually, I feel a little tired. I think I’ll take a nap.” He kisses my head and says, “As you wish, beloved. I’ll see you soon.” “See you soon.” I respond as I get up and head towards our bedroom. As I lay on my bed, I ask Kodi, “Kodi, how did we get that image? We’ve seen nothing before.” It takes a moment for her to respond to me, but she says, “Loki sent us the image.” “He can do that?” She sighs, “I guess so.”

He asked, his tone annoyed. His voice somewhat stunned Arianna, so she decided to say nothing. She wouldn't know this man's intentions for her hence it would be best to avoid aggravating him even more. I go by the name Loki Blackwood. I'm a werewolf, the Alpha of the Crystal Moon pack notwithstanding your beliefs or not." Wanting to present the truth in bits so Arianna would grasp and perhaps be able to work with Loki, Loki revealed. Adrianna burst into a loud laugh and hardly knew it. Did this man truly believe she was a 14-year-old believing in such absurdities? Alternatively was he simply playing with her for fun?

the artisan exclaimed, a twinkle in their eye. We nodded in appreciation, and the artisan began unraveling the rich tapestry of tales woven into each masterpiece. Each thread seemed to carry a whisper of ancient lore, and I found myself captivated by the symbolism and the intricate details that unfolded before us. The artisan proudly presented a tapestry adorned with a moonlit scene, symbolizing the enduring love between two souls separated by time. "Truly remarkable," Liam remarked, his admiration evident. As I smiled, my eyes traced the intricate details of the woven masterpiece. "Indeed. The threads hold the essence of history."