Novel & Cerita Loki On The Throne

Before I made the turn all the way around, I realized it wasn’t completely empty. Of course, he had a throne! A massive chair was the only decoration in the open space, placed at the very end with a gigantic black stony wall towering behind it. Small streams of water danced down over the rough and uneven surface. There were no lamps or even fire to see, but still, there was light here. Looking closer, I saw the small, white blinking light in between rocks on the wall, even on the roof above me. They looked like stars, giving this cold and vast space some magical feel to it. My attention traveled back to the throne and Loki. With a bored and lazy posture, his feet dangled over one armrest, an

Nyxoria shook her head as she continued to look at the face of her uncle, her father's twin brother, he was the strongest warlord in the whole kingdom and he is a replica of her now dead father. Vyr and Laka were twin brothers and he was the senior as Laka was born two minutes after Vyr. Laka was given the throne and crowned the High King of all supernaturals because he bears the mark of Obsidian Sigil of Liora, a mark of the goddess. Once a person has the mark of Liora, he or she will be blessed by the Emperor of all. Nyxoria also has the mark and will be crowned when she reaches the age.

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.

Keira nodded sullenly, yet the weapons around her still shook in excitement. “Let us return to Loki for now. He must have summoned the others by now.” Komfo Anokye muttered. Several months ago, Loki had somehow been able to reach him through a dream. He stood together with the Spider Goddess of Wisdom and had asked for Basileus’ help. He wanted to breach the borders of this universe and come here. He wanted to build an army here for the Supreme and needed the boy’s maternal grandmother and grandfather to help him. Their task was simple: draw the attention of the ones called Skies so that they would not know what was happening until Loki was finally here. As one would have guessed, Basileus a

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

Now he understood. There was no way to describe the sheer power his body was thrumming with as he raced through the clouds twisting and turning, learning to control his much more significant form, and the young Dragonlord finally found peace in the land of the Gods as he took his place among them. Loki looked on in glee as his young protege played in the clouds, making sure that the young teenager could not see him. In a few years, Adrastus would be ready to claim his birthright and challenge his father to control the horde. Then Loki's fun would begin.

Scarlett suddenly spoke. “My son will return to his position. I will not replace him because he is the only one who can sit on the throne. This was my father’s wish, the former chairman of the Knights. As for Bram and Robles' deaths, my family had nothing to do with it. It was their karma for stealing money from the Knights' foundation. They spread false information about my son and my clan.”

Everyone in my kingdom works and is paid, I tend not to keep slaves, I usually demote them to omegas who do most millennial jobs around the castle or the pack. Her father is around 6’2, and her brother Tobias looks like a younger version of his dad but has his mother’s eyes. He is around his dad’s height and has tattoos on his back and chest, Lily has started to feel more comfortable around the castle and has befriended her gamma female Lora. They have started to get acquainted and help make decisions and plan for her coronation, Luna's ceremony, and wedding all in one. The elders had given her all the information needed for the coronation and taught her the proper etiquette for being a quee

The only thing came into their minds was if they would scare Berry and she would run away from them. But Berry was not like that. She was smart and brave and pure hearted. It was impossible for anyone to break her. In her mind, it was just a test if they trusted her the same way she trusted them both. She smiled initially when Landon started talking about their secrets. "Landon is a mighty creature. He is a dragon. One of the kind that is born to rule the world of supernatural creatures. I am a werewolf. Alpha of my pack. I rule over eighty packs. I have one of the biggest packs in the world. While Landon here, he is the king of the unseen kingdom of this world. It's like, both Landon and I

Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved her life and the lives of so many others. Rori wiggled out from the grip of the enormous dragon and as she lunged in front of Murdok’s mighty snout, the dragon opened his enormous mouth and released a title wave of fire and smoldering heat. Rori was not afraid of Murdok or his fire, and rather than try to shield herself from either attack, she put her hands out in front of her and willed the dragon’s fire to overtake Henry.