Loki Kneel Novels & Stories

There was nowhere left to hide. My legs shook so violently I could barely maintain my balance as I forced myself to cross the expanse of the room. Every step felt like a march toward an execution. I stopped a foot away from his desk, my head bowed, my hands clenching the fabric of my dirty vest. Lorenzo slid his chair back slightly, separating his long legs. He looked up at me, his face a terrifying canvas of pure, unadulterated power. "Kneel," he murmured.

His right knee touched the ground as he bowed his head toward me. “Luna.” The word left his lips with quiet strength. My breath caught and my eyes widened, as I parted my lips, trying to find something to say. But before any words could form, movement beside him stopped me. Kade dropped to one knee. Then James followed. Both bowed their heads, their voices rising together as they repeated, “Luna.” One by one, the warriors followed. Knees touched the ground in a continuous rhythm. Women lowered themselves after them, children of all ages knelt, their small bodies mirroring the others, and the elderly, those who could not kneel, bowed their heads deeply.

He was just about to say something, but Javier obviously did not need a reply. Hence, Javier struck Loki’s lower body with his knee. Loki ended up sprawling on the ground as well, thoroughly losing consciousness, in fact. He felt as though someone had punched him in the head, knocking him out completely. However, this was far from over for Loki. Loki’s self-defense mechanism kicked in automatically due to the immense pain caused by that knee strike, which led him to lose consciousness directly. In truth, Loki was very likely going to feel even more pain when he came around because he was never going to be able to call himself a man again.

“Kneel. All of you.” There was a moment of hesitation, a silent communication that passed between them. Then, as one, they moved. Adonis, my proud Alpha, lowered himself to his knees first, his eyes never leaving mine. Knox followed, a smirk playing on his lips that didn’t quite hide his anticipation. Dante went down last, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.

Nao just nodded "ok, go ahead, I'll be waiting here" "Thank you" and Loki walked forward eagerly and went to the nearest restroom to relax herself. Few moments later, She slowly went out with a dizzy face and stepped outside a bit, but Loki felt bumped on someone again below her legs. As Loki looked below, a young man with brown hair shown up while kneeling his one leg. "Can you be my partner?" Nao smiled while shown his palm as offered her to be his partner. And Loki was stunned for a moment.

Kael’s eyes met hers, and in them she saw patience, restraint, and a simmering fire. “I’m ready,” he said simply. --- The first trial was simple, yet dangerous. Lunaria led Kael to a narrow cliffside path that overlooked a deep ravine. Wolves rarely ventured here; the rocks were unstable, and rogue predators often stalked travelers. “This path is perilous,” Lunaria explained. “I use it to test instinct and control. Follow me, or turn back.” Kael nodded. “I follow.” The wind whipped around them as they navigated the jagged stones. Lunaria moved gracefully, every step deliberate, drawing strength from the Moon and the land beneath her feet. Kael followed, steady, aware of each misstep that cou

"Get on my knees?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing from the man I had loved for three years. In front of the entire New York underworld, he wanted his wife to kneel before a mistress and an illegitimate child! "Never." I gritted my teeth, my eyes bloodshot as I glared at him defiantly. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes, a sure sign of his murderous intent. "Vivian, don't make me do this. If you don't kneel, you can kiss your legs goodbye."

He took a ste‍p toward t⁠he sof‍a​ a‌nd dropped to one k​ne‍e. He didn't wince. He didn't hes⁠itate‍. H⁠e looke⁠d​ up at m​e, his eyes shining with absolute, unde‍niab​le devotion. "Tha‍t man die​d in Sicily," Lor⁠enzo said quietly. "And the ma​n‍ kneeli⁠ng‌ in front of you doesn't want a contract. H​e doesn't want a strategic alliance. He‌ just wants‍ the woma⁠n he‌ loves⁠."

the second guard said, “you do it *kneeling.*” The word hit like a slap. Submission. On Lunaris stone. In front of their guards. Every Alpha instinct in him howled. Pride rose in him like a beast, furious at the idea of bending to anyone on foreign ground. Elowen’s face rose in his mind. Bleeding. Dragged. Caged. Love cut through pride like a blade. Pride tasted like ash. He went to one knee. Stone bit through his trousers, cold and unforgiving. The forest air seemed to hold its breath.