Loki Gods Novels & Stories

Knowing one of Matthew’s punches can crack Noso’s incredibly tough armour, Rain certainly didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it. “The name doesn’t sound familiar. Who is he?” “Loki is an ancient great wizard who’s thousands of years old. Platinum told me that many of the wars were caused by him fiddling in the background.” “So he’s a bastard then?” “He kidnapped Rose and hid somewhere. If I can find a clue to where he is, I’ll track him down. But for now, I can’t even go out looking for anything without being targeted. Hiding my face and presence won’t be enough to go completely under the radar. One by one, I will settle matters thoroughly.”

Hades. Just the name had been bouncing around the insides of his skull all day. He had barely been able to concentrate on any schoolwork. How was he, James, supposed to stand up against a force such as that, a god with immense power and creatures at his disposal? The answers would not formulate in his mind and James felt incredibly vulnerable. Even his dreams weren’t safe.

It was his first time conceiving such an idea. He walked to his chamber and sat in silence to observe his loom. It was no ordinary loom, it was made from various elements including bones of titans. He watched it weave and unweave destinies as it spun blue love threads, gold birth and death threads and red threads for other gods. His throne was carved from onyx and veined with pulsating veins of crystalized time. Axel sits here in silence, surrounded by floating parchments and living quills that write the ever-changing stories of the universe. Waterfalls of liquid light descend from invisible heights, forming quiet pools where memories and possible futures float like leaves on still water.

He couldn’t rise again. “Tell me,” I whispered, more to myself than to Matteo, “you don’t think it’s him.” Matteo didn’t answer immediately. His fingers curled into fists at his sides. The tension in his jaw was enough. “We don’t know,” he finally muttered. “And we’re not jumping to conclusions.” But the fear in his eyes betrayed him. Loki, the Blood King. The one whose thirst had drowned villages in blood. The one who defied death so many times, our ancestors had to turn to forbidden rites to bury him.

The struggle on Jacob’s face is awful. But Hermes just waits. Doesn’t push. And I love him more for it. I love you, Josefina, Hermes links. I love you, too, I send back. Finally—finally—Jacob steps forward and hugs him. It doesn’t last long, but it’s something. It’s a start. I smile and turn toward Alexander. “So… which gods came over to help us?” He kisses the tip of my nose, making me giggle, then turns with me still in his arms and points. “Loki and his whole chaotic crew. Anansi. Coyote. Raven. Maui. The Monkey King. And the Kupua.”

He was almost looking like he was wearing a corset. His face was slimmer and sharper, and his short beard was pitch black. His long black hair was brushed back away from his head, sleek and very much the opposite of how most men in this world keep their hair. The thought struck me: Loki, the Norse trickster god, was a vain creature! In this situation, it seemed almost funny. It seemed so misplaced and strange, like everything else here. “Now, let us get your thunder wolf forward! I’m dying to teach Thor a lesson he won’t forget!”

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.

he chuckled. "Your people amaze me because you hate humans, yet you privilege the children born to them," she said. "Because their birth was destined. The power between the two nations made them born very special. That's why we privilege the gods and goddesses so much because they are so great at surviving to be born in the midst of this hostility," he explained. Brizella nodded in understanding. Now, she knew why the wolf nation was desperate for the 7th goddess, because it wanted to destroy the vampire nation.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

I narrowed my eyes at him playfully, but didn’t reprimand him. “What happened to me?” Loki directed to Luci. He shook his head, swiping his fingers through is pretty hair. “You are a god, Loki. I guess you have an animal. Ares can shift to a Wolf, you can shift into a Raven. Raven are notorious for causing trouble.” Loki snickered, turning to Poseidon, who was still writing notes. “Thank you.” Loki stepped forward to shake his hand. Poseidon regarded his hand and back to Loki. Taking it slowly, Posideon shook his hand. “You’re welcome.”