Loki Laufeyson の小説・ストーリー

To many gods, he was nothing but a hypocrite. “Loki, God of Mischief, and son of Odin. We need your help.” The 5th Supreme turned to Loki, staring down on him. “Help? You don’t need my help. You have me here in chains. If you wanted to ask me of my opinion before, you would have never imprisoned me in the first place. Don’t not act out this pretentious show. Do what he came here to do. Do what you must.”

“ Hi my name is viklan , that was cool man “ he spoke and I turned towards him and smilingly shook the extended hand. “ Who is he?” I asked him knowing that he will supply me with the info. He chuckled “ That is Loki , he is from a very powerful family here in hiddenville and due to that he has been bullying people since junior high” I nodded , some of the informations I had already figured out and was not too surprised about his family’s status, they are always jerks.

As the dark wolves closed in to drag him away, Loki became more resistant, and he unleashed a deafening howl, his voice echoing through the room like a wounded beast. "The time has come for me to disclose this truth that has troubled me for quite some time." Loki's voice boomed, carrying far above the silent crowd. "Aria, the descendant of Orion, is not born in the pure lineage of the wolves; she is a half-breed—sired by a human and a wolf."

Loki stared down at the girl standing before him. Her honey brown eyes swirled even in the dark and even if he knew that she was unable to defend herself, something had made him ask her to duel with Kayla. She looked interesting and he could read it in her eyes. There was a mystery behind those eyes and he wanted to know what it was. "Your name is Heyli?" He asked in his calm voice. His Norwegian accent could not be ignored and she wondered if he was an immigrant from another pack in far away Norway or he was a descendant of a Norwegian family and somehow, he had grown up with that accent.

Ash turns cautiously. Five people emerge calmly from the tall grass. At the very front, a red-haired young man walks toward us while casually spinning a small flame in his palm. His sharp eyes lock onto our team. “Well, look who’s crawling around on the ground like worms,” the young man says mockingly. Damian grits his teeth. “Loki. Why does it have to be you, asshole?” The young man, Loki, laughs sarcastically. He snaps his fingers, and a wall of fire rises around us, making the prehistoric birds hesitate to attack again.

Who the fuck is this bastard. ‘Who is this jackass Duron?’ I link him and hope he has a clear enough head to respond as he can see the damage he is causing. ‘Fenrir son of Loki the god of mischief.’ Duron links back, growling. Great this asshole comes from the gods. Cyrus

Loki still had an injury from her right leg so she could feel the pain, the mysterious prince Louise came to help her “ I will help you “. Loki continued walking as Louise guide her. Hiro came across both of them. “ Loki! I going to help you “ Hiro support her on the other side while Louise was on the left side. Loki began bothered about they both helped her while arguing “ I can walk by myself “ Loki gazed at both of them as cold as ice. She continued walking and the two; Hiro and Louise kept following her. “ it will be better if I help you bring your stuff “ Louise approached her and removed the bag from Loki. Hiro held her arms and support her while walking. Hiro stick his tongue out as

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

This could get us both in a lot of trouble—Logan more than me. “My dad got a report last night of some dangerous freaky wolves wandering the forest. Toppers got a call about two injured campers who say this massive wolf attacked them with red eyes and this red wolf. The kicker is the one with red eyes supposedly transformed into some ugly hairy dude. Everyone is speculating on what happened and afraid of the possible answers. I think Camp Okwaho’kenha has a wolfman roaming the forests of,” Darien explained.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”