Loki Laufey Novels & Stories

Not fast enough to raise questions. As they circled the field, he observed. Kael ran like a battering ram—powerful, aggressive, careless. His dominance bled outward constantly, pressing against weaker wolves, forcing submission without effort. Kael — Werewolf Candidate Trait: Raw Strength Combat Style: Overwhelming Force Mentality: Bully Dominant Current Rank (Unofficial): Top Tier, Unrefined Lykos ran differently. Silent. Efficient. Every step measured. His aura was compact, disciplined, controlled so tightly it barely registered unless you were looking for it.

“I know a place. No strings attached. Just a cup between two… interesting people. An alpha and Luna who seems to be carrying more responsibility than she should.” “I'm impressed that you choose to call yourself an alpha before adding the word rogue. You know, a man who chose to rebel against order. Your scent hits me like one that I find disgusting.” “So I can assume no coffee?” I paused, just long enough to look over my shoulder, my voice ice. “I’d rather drink lava.” His laugh was low, rich. “Feisty. I like that. It seems that you have a comeback for every single word that I say.”

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Blood pooled beneath me, warm against the cold earth. He raised the sword high, his body pulsing with stolen light, eyes ablaze with unnatural fire. “Yes!” he roared, the voice not just his own. “I have it! What I’ve waited for all these years!” He wasn’t speaking to me anymore. He was speaking to the heavens. To fate. To the Moon Goddess herself. “I am the chosen one now!” he screamed. “No more hiding! No more cowering in shadows! I am the storm!”

But when she partnered up with Loki, she got defeated. "That's horrible," a guy with very messy hair said. They were asked to acquire new names the moment they joined the boot camp. No one knows each other's real name, and this boy who just approached me calls himself Loki--- the God of Mischief. And like how his name suggests, this guy is the only one who is crazy enough to make a prank against the second in command on our first day as trainees. He punched the sergeant on the face real hard and knocked him out for a couple of seconds. He got himself in detention to squat against the wall. If he fails, he'll not be getting food for the whole day. He conceded. Loki has become well-known since

I will not let that happen. Loud knocking interrupted my thoughts. “Come in.” I growled. One of my warriors rushed inside. He was out of breath, and he was looking at me wide-eyed. “What?” I snapped at him. “Alpha, Beta, Alpha Drake.” he greeted us, breathing heavily. “Our trackers spotted a rogue wolf in the forest while they were searching. They said he disappeared into the ground. They think there could be an underground hiding place. They are there, waiting for your orders, Alpha.”

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

It'll take me some time, but I'll get everything back in order. As I look through the files, I come across alpha Lonzo's name. I met him a few months before I was locked away. He was only sixteen. A newly shifted juvenile, and the alpha of a pack. He didn't agree with the way his father ran their pack. Treating the weaker wolves poorly. So he left his father pack, not knowing that many of the pack members agreed with him, but was too afraid to speak up. So they left with him as their new alpha.

He stated with a frown on his face, I didn't respond to him. "If you don't want to talk then listen, I'm about to tell you some spicy story because you are Rhyker's lover." He leaned against the car with an arm resting on the headrest. What does he want to tell me? "My name is Felix Gaielia." He introduced himself. I widened my eyes and looked at his outfit that was fancy, he didn't look like the men that were escorting me, brutally. Why does every man look so fucking hot but inside they are disgusting and horrible? I'm glad Rhyker is fucking hot than them, I mean he should be ranked as the hottest guy in the world.

It made my hair stand on end and my skin itch as it wrapped itself around me. "Ah, Erik, I've been expecting you. I'm sure you could use some rest after that horrible fall." He said his voice was whimsical and held such happiness as he spoke. He knew so much, but it didn't surprise anyone. His voice caught me off guard as I expected him to sound as dark and evil as his energy. "Of course, but first," Erik said before turning to the others. "These are some of my pack members, you have already met Drake, but this is Lucas, my top warrior. Tom and his mate Greta are my mate's guardians, and this here is my mate Athena. The one who seeks your help." Malcolm bowed his head in respect.