Loki On Throne Novels & Stories

Thorian chuckled in response, his amusement clear in his eyes, causing Rolf to roll his own eyes in mock exasperation. Thorian, never one to shy away from a challenge, responded with a hint of bravado. "Now, we all know that's a joke, because you won't survive a minute on a battleground with me," he boasted confidently. Rolf frowned, acknowledging the undeniable truth in Thorian's words. Thorian's strength, inherited from his lycan lineage, was unparalleled, and he was destined to become the next king, overshadowing his royal lineage.

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.

Loki was rounding up with his meditation and was about to take his nature hike, it was the peace for him, it had been too long since he felt this happy before. Sheila had forgiven him and also accepted him, at this stage he didn't even care if he was a servant or not. He would be a father soon and he got to be with his lover while she carried the baby. He sighs happily before turning to see the old woman, his eyes widen at her appearance, "Sage?" He rushes to help her with her stick and guide her into the palace. She takes a good smell of him and she shows her pearls slowly, "Loki is that you? It's been too long son." She was delighted to see him, "it seems Arcadia had finally taken the crow

For him, it was all about Veritas. Veritas' art was something else. Bold, daring, and always exposing the dirty secrets of the rich and powerful. Alexander loved the thrill of it, even if some of those secrets hit close to home. The fact that no one knew Veritas' real identity just added to the excitement. He stepped out of his car, not bothering to smooth his rumpled shirt. Who cared what he looked like? He was Alexander Elysian, after all. The gallery was quiet, with only a few patrons wandering about. Perfect. He made his way upstairs to the spot where Veritas' work was usually displayed, but to his disappointment, the space was empty.

I reached the altar, where the Crown of Lycanthra rested on a velvet cushion. The high elder stepped forward, his voice resonating through the hall. “Today, we witness the coronation of Aiden, who will lead us into a new era. With the Crown of Lycanthra, he will guide our people with strength and wisdom.” He lifted the Crown, placing it gently on my head. I felt a surge of power, of destiny fulfilled. The hall erupted in applause, the sound filling my ears and making my heart race. As the noise died down, the high elder spoke again. “Now, we shall witness the union of Aiden and Lady Chloe, a bond that will strengthen our kingdom.”

"They know me as the naive priest Luci, but I am Lucido, the last remaining royal of the Kingdom who was destroyed by this Kingdom, and I am here to take retribution." Luci answered with tears coming from his eyes, as if he was regretting everything. It was as if hatred and regret is fighting inside of him. "Then who is Luci my child? Was he never you?" Luci's face became puzzled as he heard the Sage's question. He knew that he wants to stop, but he couldn't, because he could never go back. Even though he is a fallen prince, he is also this Kingdom's Priest. He also loved this Kingdom's people, what he showed to them wasn't an act, it was real, his love for the people was real. But his hatre

"Yeah, I remember... Your ex-wife pushed her down and she lost the child. Just like we heard, after you lied to us, that she poisoned the first child as well." "No... No... No..." I didn't want to believe it. Anything else could happen but this. There was no way I was going to let my position go. "Yes, yes, yes," Elder Ronan smiled tersely, and I could tell he was the happiest amongst all of them because he always wanted me to fail. He always wanted a sliver of bad luck to happen to me so that he would feel good. "In that vein, Alpha Silas... The Alpha position has been declared open for the contest. I mean..." He shrugged. "You could also join in the fight to claim back your throne and no o

The car disappeared into the evening. Ahead of them, the Blackwood Charity Gala waited, glittering and entirely unaware of what it was about to set in motion. Neither Selene nor Alaric could know that by the end of the night, the first invisible threads connecting her to the hidden world of werewolves would begin, quietly and irreversibly, to tighten around them both.

The company's elders, watching us lock horns, stood their ground and tried to smooth things over: "Take a breath, will you? Don's just under the weather. As his wife, you oughta be his rock, not blocking his every move." Sebastian's lips twitched into a smirk, but he played it straight. "My wife calls the shots. Cross her in this family, and you'll answer to me." With that, he slapped his gun down on the table. The elders, taken aback at first, then chuckled and closed in around me. "Elena, Don's still head over heels for you. He's just got a short-circuit in the memory department, mistook someone else for you, that's all," they said.

My joints were frozen in place. “I’m busy,” I said. My voice was a croak. “You’re on the floor in the servant wing,” Leo said, his voice rising. “Look at yourself. You’re the future Alpha. You can't be kneeling in the mud for an Omega who rejected you. People are talking, Aiden. They’re saying you’ve lost your mind.” “Maybe I have,” I said. I looked at the door one last time. It stayed closed.