Loki Laufeyson Novels & Stories

I turned just in time to see a tree coming towards me causing me to swerve out of the way, trip and roll. ‘FUCK!’ Havoc growled. ‘Get your ass up before he catches us’ I hopped up and kept running and a few minutes later I could see something huge, black and furry coming towards me. Leon. He stopped as I was running towards him and suddenly started to shake out his soaking wet fur. “Thought I’d go for a little swim while I wait on you slowpokes!” he laughed through our link. “You absolute jackass! Stop taunting and just beat us, save what little pride we still have.” Liam snapped annoyed back through the link.

Startled by the voice, I jolted forward and looked back only to see this lean-built guy with pale skin and dark red eyes standing behind me with a huge grin on his face. He had his black hair styled in a mohawk and wore a handless black jacket to match, making him look like your stereotypical biker gang member or something. But something was off about him. This guy's a... "Nimue, meet Loki. My vampire associate and contact in the southern district." Jin pointed at the man, his face expressionless as he let out a sigh.

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!”

Jackson motioned to the man driving the car. "And this is Jesok," he says. "Oh, hello, brother Jesok!" Loki said, smiling at himself in the mirror. "Hello, Sir, nice to meet you," Jesok replied, pleased that Loki had greeted him in such a cheerful and friendly manner. "Please don't call me Sir; everyone is treating me like an old man; it's not cute," Loki exclaimed, causing them to burst out laughing. "Hello, Sir Loki, my name is Sujin."

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.

He wore his jet black hair in a man bun, his sharp features actuated by his piercing dark eyes.His muscles rippled under his dark green scrubs, and his countenance was that of a man you didn’t mess with. It was like he had been chiseled by Zeus himself, a gorgeous Greek god, Romanian, Romanian god. His eyes slowly roamed over everyone standing there, until he came to Nick’s. There he stopped and eyed him almost suspiciously.Nick looked away, careful not to give away his position.

He asked, his tone annoyed. His voice somewhat stunned Arianna, so she decided to say nothing. She wouldn't know this man's intentions for her hence it would be best to avoid aggravating him even more. I go by the name Loki Blackwood. I'm a werewolf, the Alpha of the Crystal Moon pack notwithstanding your beliefs or not." Wanting to present the truth in bits so Arianna would grasp and perhaps be able to work with Loki, Loki revealed. Adrianna burst into a loud laugh and hardly knew it. Did this man truly believe she was a 14-year-old believing in such absurdities? Alternatively was he simply playing with her for fun?

Lyra stepped forward, voice steady and cool as ice. The guy nodded, but it looked like it hurt him to even nod. “Y-yes, please. I’ll talk. Whatever you want to know.” Lyra didn’t waste time, she pinned him with her stare. “Who’s the mastermind of your group’s? What does he have against us and what’s his endgame?” He twitched, like he was expecting Cleo to swing at him again. “It’s our Jarl… Jarl Thoric. He’s the boss. We’ve been hitting easier targets for a while. Then your Viking clan, well, that was supposed to be a big score. We were supposed to mess with your patrols, shake you up before the real attack.”

Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man. I linked my eyes with Father and the frown that was aimed at me made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t done anything wrong but I couldn’t control my racing heart. Bad things always happened to me whenever Father frowned because of me. “King Iyrick,” Valerian greeted with a slight bow. I followed suit behind him. “Crown Prince Valerian.” Something about the way the king called Valerian’s name gave me the creeps. I raised my head to meet his awkward stare.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.