Loki God Of Mischief Novels & Stories

Rogue turned around and snapped his finger creating a fissure in the space time continuum ready to return to his own universe. ‘ I refuse to be an inferior creature, not to this boy. I’ve lived hundreds of lives.. I Lokison the God of mischief will never be undermined by this little bastardʼ Lokison however had other plans and decided to jump and attack Rogue from behind. “DIEEEEE YOU BASTARD!!”

My breaths shallowed, and the part of my soul that had spent decades in the Punishment Pits wondered if Griff would have been so forgiving and amorous if I had looked exactly like my old self. Beki’s sharp bark sliced through that traitorous thought. Griff wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. “It’s perfect.” The Norse god of Mischief grinned. “Then it’s time to go.” Eagon and Umber walked up to Loki. “Sorry Your Majesty, but we’re going to be a bit rough.” Loki pushed out his ample chest and grinned. “Don’t worry about little old me. I can take a bit of rough handling.”

I’ll choose to stop being glass, and start being the storm that shatters it. Loki comes to see me again. Of course he shows up when I no longer need him. He arrives with the wind at his heels and nothing in his expression except that half-smile. That knowing look of a god who’s always five moves ahead and still amused by the middle of the board. “Rough night?” he says, glancing at the cracks in the stone where I’ve poured out my magic like water from a broken vessel. “Get out.” “Now why would I do that?”

That deity is Loki, the trickster God. Koren wasn’t just after power—he was trying to open that seal with one of my children and gain Loki's favor. And if he succeeded, he wouldn’t just be unstoppable… the world itself might never be safe again. My head was buzzing with too many thoughts to sleep. I needed to see my babies—to reassure myself that they were safe and close. The nursery was dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single enchanted lantern. The soft sound of lullaby magic filled the air. Triny and Zoria had been rotating night shifts, so I wasn’t surprised to find one of them moving quietly about.

Was it possible that another one was to blame? Slyersa was watching me carefully and inclined his head as if reading my thoughts. Wait. Could they read my thoughts? “Yes. We can read your thoughts,” Slyersa said with a smirk. “We do not know what happened for certain, but we suspect it to be the work of Loki, the God of Mischief, or better known as Loki, the Pain In Our Asses,” he scoffed. The three of us laughed at that one, making the three Gods highly amused. I doubted that Loki was the type of God to enjoy others laughing at his expense.

Torin looked down at me, his expression softening just a fraction. "We are the Vanguard, Jace. We were born on this volcano. We will not let it erupt." "I have to drop the Anchor," I said, struggling to push myself up from the cot. My arms buckled instantly, refusing to bear my own weight. "No, you don't," Cord said, placing a heavy hand on my chest and gently pushing me back down. The old master held up the black sphere of Starved Iron. "This isn't an anchor for human empathy, boy. This is the keystone for the wolves. You built the bridges for the humans. You taught them how to stand. But this mountain? This mountain belongs to the pack."

Helios walked to me, and I felt my canine’s expand in my mouth, a clear warning to him to back the fuck up, and he did just that, staying still for a bit he sighs to then say. “The moon goddess is my little sister, and she created with my power of sigh a much powerful creature, that she had named Loki, as it was her still born, the child still did not returned to her, in truth that creature is much powerful than that of a werewolf. Loki then left the child to be received to the King, and now you are in the transition of recovering him yourself, it is close on the time to you have the King, and my little sister go home soon. Have no fear of my involvement, all I wish is to make this easier fo

“Oh my,god. Oh my ...is it really? Are you really? Do I bow? “ He laughed. I like this guy now, he looks so chill and laid back and, wait, isn’t he the son of Loki? The god of mischief and he had to kill his own father because he was mean and stuff? That was what it says in the textbooks. “Yes, it is I.” “Wow, are you gonna kill me too?” Really, me and my smart mouth cannot stop from putting me in trouble. Fenrir here is a god and he can put me off just like that. Gone. Maxine Shepard in a grave yard.

He was really skilled, and he defeated all the selected ten experts in just a few minutes. He even ruthlessly said, “These pieces of trash wanted to defeat the God of War? Lord Vedastus, no wonder you’ve been failing.” Lord Vedastus admired the man in black very much, and he asked, “May I know your name?” “Odissan Solis,” the man in black said indifferently. Odissan Solis? After Lord Vedastus heard his answer, he was shocked; he knew the name! Odissan was ranked the first among the killers in the underworld!

So Order had to settle things yet again but how? In their contemplation Order soon thought, “What if We all made one thing together and decided to leave to our own special planes checking in every so often to see how these beings are doing.” Deciding this was their best shot they approached the others with this idea and they liked it. So each of the four gods decided two gifts to give this being. Creation chose Imagination and Love Order chose Justice and Diplomacy Darkness Chose Choice and Knowledge And finally Chaos wanting to keep things being a double edged sword decided to give Humanity Luck and Karma.