Loki Pregnant Novels & Stories

She didn’t need to finish. Zyan snarled. I moved fast, crossing the room, grabbing the amulet and fastening it around Loria’s neck with trembling hands. The second the clasp sealed, a subtle shimmer passed over her skin—like a ripple of magic finding its home. "How long has she been pregnant?" "Hard to say. A few days. Maybe a little more. The energy is cloaked. Her divine lineage makes it hard to track." I sat back on the bed, hands shaking.

"Good. Can you tell me what happened before you fainted at the supermarket?" Loo thought back. "I was shopping, and then...I don't know. I just felt really sick and dizzy." The doctor asked a few more questions, then paused, her expression serious. "Madam Loo, do you know if you're pregnant?" Loo's eyes widened, her mind blank. "No...I don't think so." Dr. Thompson smiled gently. "Well, you are. About six to eight weeks along, it seems." Loo's hands instinctively clutched her belly, her eyes staring into space. Her face went blank, her expression unreadable. She didn't yell or react; she just sat there, frozen in shock.

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

Half an hour later, Ana stepped through the front door of her home, with her shoulders still sagged from exhaustion and disappointment with the pregnancy test. But before she could even take off her shoes, she was met with the unpleasant sight of her mother-in-law’s face, Mrs Lorraine, the former Luna and Jake's mother. Mrs Lorraine was standing in the living room with a look of disgust and her arms crossed over her chest like she was ready for a fight.

The Lorde rings themselves. "Maybe we'll just start capturing them before they all escape out of LA. You know what, never mind," I say, waving towards my father and Fabio in turn. There is a dark edge to my voice

I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true. I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.

I brought the Sonogram to the doctor, who informed me I was two months pregnant and recommended registering for antenatal care. Knowing that success required employment, I persisted and finally secured a job as a bartender. A month later, at three months pregnant, my boss promptly fired me, citing that he didn't want a pregnant woman working for him. Despite my efforts to find employment elsewhere, the stigma against hiring a pregnant woman persisted. Werewolf pregnancies varied in duration based on rank, with Alphas having the shortest at four months and regular wolves the longest at seven to eight months. Nicklaus, being an Alpha, meant I had limited time remaining.

Arlo hesitated with his next question. "What is it?" Viggo asked, slightly annoyed. "Nona Karina wants to eat deer," Arlo said. Viggo was taken aback by the request, as Karina had moved past the stage of craving for things. Moreover, she was already in her third trimester of pregnancy. "What?" Viggo couldn't believe it. Suddenly, Arlo's phone was snatched away, and Karina's voice came through. "I want to eat deer suddenly... Can I?" Karina asked, sounding pleading and hopeful.

"You’re going to have a healthy cub." I froze, my breath catching. My hands trembled as I reached out and clasped the report she handed me. "I’m pregnant?" My voice cracked, barely over a whisper. "Yes, about six weeks along," Sarah confirmed gently. Her glasses gleamed under the flickering hospital lights as she studied my face. "The heartbeat is strong. This is a joyous moment for your pack..." Her voice trailed off as her smile faltered slightly. "Forgive me, Luna, but... why isn’t King Alpha Steel here with you? First appointments are usually shared between mates."