Loki On Throne Novels & Stories

I was eighteen when I left my pack. I ran away with Stanley, my fated mate. He never gave me a proper mating ceremony. But I loved him. I would have done anything. I watched him build his pack. Become an Alpha. Take over half the territories in the North. The first time we made love, he marked my neck and promised me a grand ceremony. One day. I kept waiting. For over twenty years, I tried to be the perfect Luna for him. Then came my forty-fifth birthday. I thought it was time. Time for that ceremony he promised, in the sacred springs of Starfall Valley. But he had another surprise for me. I found him in our pack’s private hot spring, pinning his dead brother’s mate beneath him. That’s when

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on

Fin was the latest example. The car pulled to a halt outside a towering mansion, its gothic architecture casting long shadows over the driveway. Loki stepped out, his presence commanding yet effortless. Every step he took was deliberate, each one reverberating with authority that sent lesser creatures scrambling to bow their heads or scuttle out of sight. The world knew what he was Hell's prince, a force of darkness that didn't need to announce itself.

My blood ran cold. Two children. Twins. The room suddenly felt too small. Too warm. Too dangerous. "The prophecy states that when darkness threatens the werewolf world..." the physician continued carefully, "...the Moon Goddess will send twin heirs carrying the blood of the First Queen." My mouth went dry. The First Queen. The legendary ruler who had united the werewolf kingdoms centuries ago. A figure most people considered little more than a myth. The physician pointed at the crystal. "The signs match." Kael remained silent.

Every time I tried to settle, a fresh sting of paranoia pricked me—Blessing’s broken glasses on the floor, Segun’s disgusted gaze, Funmi's knowing look. I had stolen the throne, but the wood had turned to briars. I looked down at my hands. My cuticles were raw, bleeding into the dark crevices of the Chair. I was the Coordinator. I was the one in control. Yet, as I sat there in my empty kingdom, I realized the Public Opinion had only destroyed Becca’s reputation—it hadn't touched the girl’s ghost. "I am the one," I whispered into the darkness, my voice cracking. "I am the one standing."

The person standing right before them had not only broken in without permission, but he had also taken action against the patrol team. His actions had irked the dragon clan. Shandy, who was sitting on the throne, examined Rogart. Her eyes were gleaming with coldness and hostility. Rogart did not panic under Loki’s death stare. Instead, he was relaxed and replied flatly, "You are not qualified to talk to me. Step back." "You're digging your own grave!" Loki roared. The energy in him exploded and he was about to take action. Loki was the dragon envoy, but the person had no respect for him. That was humiliating to Loki and he would not allow that.

I snarled. “Luna, your parents were abducted by the Black Moon Alpha Pack, it’s a group of evil vampires and werewolves that the Underground World doesn’t know to exist. This group is composed of immortals who have a huge grudge on each and every one of us.” She tried to explain calmly. “And what do they want from me huh?” I asked back. “They want you, Luna. You’re the most powerful immortal, and they will surely use you.” Lucia shot back.

"Since when did you start lying? I mean, people want to have kids with the people they love. It's the symbol of their love, Sen." "But I don't love her, okay? The elders want an heir, and if I don't find one by the end of this month, they'll let the military take over the pack. You know how much this kingdom means to me, Sony. I am the one who brought it to this level, and I can't let anyone take over it."

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 maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.