Loki God Of Chaos Novels & Stories

I shook it, trying to clear the fuzziness that was starting to cloud my vision. I only had one drink, which couldn’t have made me feel like this. Sure, it was strong, but I drank before; this was nothing compared to my nights in Korea. I leaned closer to Zoey, “I’m going to go get some water.” I motioned toward her, but she shook her head. “No, let’s dance.” She pulled me to where a group of people were dancing around. My world was spinning, and my stomach turned. My eyes were getting blurrier by the second. I reached out to grab onto something, but nothing was there except people jumping around. I hit the ground hard. Everything went dark.

Glad to say it. "What did you call me?" The young man asked. "Ah, Chaos. It's ugly for Hades to listen to, isn't Hades the god of the underworld? It's ugly to listen to because you're called evil. So Chaos is better." Answer it. "Chaos means apocalypse, more on war, or disaster. That's terrible." Hades said laughing as they continued walking. "Suppose beautiful Chaos, hehe. Ah basta! Everyone calls you Hades, I should just call you Chaos." Bossy says Khione.

His once-subdued, shadowy power had now become more overt, and rumors of his army amassing at the realm's boundaries had caused panic throughout the area. Gemini balled her fists, a thousand ideas whizzing through her head. She realized that they wasn't ready even if they had made some progress recently. Not for what was coming. Not only was Loki an enemy, but he was a god who enjoyed wreaking havoc and causing chaos. Taking on him without a well-thought-out strategy was like to carrying a matchstick into a cyclone.

“Sorry, I should probably put it in terms you understand. I guess Chaos would be the most applicable name. He has many names depending on the culture and religion you ask.” “So he’s the god of gods?” I get comfortable, a tray of food rolling in, the wheel squeaking like it needs oil. No one is pushing the cart, piled high with fresh fruit, meats, cheeses, bread and crackers. Everything working like magic, as if the world bends to her will. No wonder the Prince and his friends assume she’s a witch, I would too If I didn’t see the truth.

he paused with excitement as he set to go through it, he sat on the chair in his study and lit the wooden torch on the wall. (The gods and goddesses were divine pure spirit, the goddess of air, the goddess kasha (Earth) Naruto the god of the sun, Nymiway the goddess of water, Tiamat the goddess of fire and there came the little devil Magna, the god of pure darkness. He was later banished and he becomes Magnus the god of darkness and lord of demons, full of hate for his older siblings' Creation. He tried to lay ruins in their realm and bring misfortune to their children, that was when the siblings' feud started, the other gods join heads together and banish him to a realm created out of his m

Loki, the God of Mischief, delighted in the chaos created when vampires, Dark Fae, and any species did whatever they wanted – fuck the consequences. Imeela leaned more into me when it was mentioned that the Gods believed that Loki was behind Andrei Moretti. It made sense the more that I thought about it. For someone who fed off chaos, it would be in their best interest that the vampires lived by their own rules. It was disgusting what passed for acceptable behavior since her coven was slaughtered. Feeding rooms, forced feedings, rape, starvation, slaves, abuse, killings, and destruction. It would be the perfect fucking environment for someone like him.

“Loki, the one who births the beasts of Chaos that destroy the world. What is one like you doing here?” A beautiful woman with chocolate complexion and eyes that could easily cajole the heart of any man – conservative or liberal – gazed curiously at the man in front of her. For before her was a god whose mischief was known to all the realms. It was this very god who had thrust Asgard into war with the giants once again, and it was he who had pushed Ares to the throne of Olympus!

She pulled the container out of her bag. “My miscarriage isn’t normal. Someone has been using this evacuation pills on me.” She wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but it was the only explanation that made sense. She shoved the medicine in his face. Not knowing what to expect. “Draven, this means I can give you an heir. I am Luna. It’s my right.” She bit. She sounded like a pathetic desperate bitch. But that was all her brain could think of. But Draven didn’t say a word.

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

A female voice said, it was soft and full of evil. He knew who it was and knew she hated fear, with the pain in his body he stood up, ignoring the shouts of his knees, a woman dressed in a black see through sari, stood elegantly in front of him, tall and voluptuous with a long dark hair, eyes sharp and black around the iris as her heart. "Herega, it is an honour" he said, Herega, the goddess of storms, third in the trinity of chaos that were the spawns of drador, chaos itself.