Loki Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The rest of the spectators cheered him and carried him up and chanted his nickname. "Lucifer! The hell dog!" They kept chanting. I pulled away from the window and sighed. I hoped and prayed he would forget me tonight. I hoped his victory would occupy the thoughts of his mind, but I was wrong. A few minutes later, the very image of my thought strolled casually into my room. "Turn around," Lucifer commanded me in his alpha male voice and without much resistance, I obeyed, heading to the bed, my face away from his. Lucifer Saunron is the alpha male of the Lycans and the owner of me.

The stream rippled backward, flowing the wrong way. I dropped to my knees, clutching my stomach. The heat was unbearable, but I couldn’t scream. Revan grabbed my shoulders. “Lora, look at me. Stay with me.” “I can’t,” I whispered. “It hurts.” Jordan knelt beside me. “Tell us what to do.” I looked up at them both. “Run.” Neither moved. The ground cracked open behind us. A wave of golden fire shot up, twisting into the air. Through it, a shape began to form — not a man, not a wolf, but something between both. Eyes like molten amber, claws made of light.

In fact, he only acted out of instinct now as he'd lost all rationality. He hopped from one roof to the next in broad day light of the evening, not caring about being exposed. After a few moment, the lycan arrived at the rooftop of a building close to the arcade and quickly scanned the area in search for Kyley. He looked into the restaurant and just as he expected there was no trace of Kyley, nor the guys. He rushed towards the other end of the rooftop he was in and sniffed the air in a rapid motion, his every move full of vitality and extreme sharpness.

However, she is aware that this is not her true feelings but rather the work of the mate bond. “Please do not speak like that!” she exclaims. “I am merely flirting with my mate,” he shrugs. “Is that wrong?” “Yes! We barely know each other!” “Okay,” Dmitri says, clearing his throat. “Let me introduce myself. I am Dmitri Daskov, Duke of Sloria. I am a Lycan by birth and my wolf’s name is Daskov as well. In my free time, I like to walk in my garden, read a good book and perhaps take a stroll down town to meet my people. My usual routine consists of stalking my enemies and manipulating them into killing each other-”

Elric stopped at a page with a brown smudge across the bottom, which held a recipe titled "Lich Eternal". It was a horrible spell calling for items Aelfric had never heard of, not to mention a hefty blood sacrifice. It called for something called "Claimed Chimera claw", and "Horbus Moreas pollin". He could hardly make out the directions, but the notes scribbled at the bottom of the page read "Consciousness lost 8 hours. Eyes bled briefly upon waking. Stimuli are strange. Hard surfaces feel malleable, I am unbreathing, though my heart beats still.

As he held me down, ignoring my protests, the door kicked open and before I was able to piece two and two together, the waiter was yanked away from me in the twinkle of an eye. I turned my head to the side to see what was happening, the Lycan was here? Wait, what? He towered over the waiter who was now pressed against a wall, and he was throwing endless punches at him. The waiter was helpless as the Lycan was much more bigger and powerful, "what the fuck are you doing to her?!" The Lycan asked angrily, throwing punches with all his might, not stopping once until the waiter slid to the floor in an unconscious state.

No one should know, not even Harvey's younger brother knew that he and Lora were lovers. While sleeping, Lora looked restless. She felt like this place wasn't for her, even though she had been entrusted to the palace since birth. Strangely, no one could explain where Lora's parents went. However, there were rumors that Lora's father was a werewolf from the Full Moon pack. Unfortunately, there must have been an unpleasant history between werewolves and witches.

“It’s not a forbidden sorcery, brother. Rest assured. It will not stir the order in Erganiv. I will be held responsible if I put this domain in danger. And as for the wolf nation, don’t you think this is the best time to reclaim it?” Lord Azhir hardly shook his head. “They are autonomous for a reason. We don’t meddle with their affair unless the security of Gwiazda is at risk. It’s peaceful in their territory now. Leave them alone.” “As you wish, brother. But the female in my possession will serve me. She is not an Alsacheri but a Lycan.” “If she can replace your mate, do whatever you want.” Drite scoffed. “Remina is irreplaceable.”

Kristi’s head snapped around, and she ran at her friend, catching Rori by the shoulders and pulling her into an embrace so tight, Rori’s body jolted back into Max’s breast with the force. Max wrapped his arms around both girls and held them upright as Mason crossed his arms and scowled at the trio. Once more the question was asked out loud. “Rori, does Murdok know you used the looking glass?” Rori looked up to see Mina and Arthur Scopuli looking at her with both interest and concern. Rori shook her head and worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “He left over two weeks ago and hasn’t come back… I was just looking around when I saw Kristi in the mirror… and then… I'm here?” Rori’s recount

I begged, my voice cracking with desperation, but they kept dragging me away—from the very moment that could change my life forever. “Please… let me go, let—” The words died in my throat. The doors to the pack house creaked open, and everyone turned toward them. My heart thundered against my ribs and my breathing restless from struggling as my gaze locked onto the figure standing under the moonlight. Torian Valon. The future Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. And then his eyes found mine. A chill rushed down my spine as his words. “Mate.”