Loki's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf." Liv met the woman's intense gaze. Her voice wrapped around Liv like a warm blanket. A feeling of profound comfort came over her and she let out a little sigh. "I knew it was Norse. I've been told my father's people were from Denmark…or what is Denmark now," she said. Suddenly, she just wanted to curl up and take a nap, preferably in the giant Viking's generous lap. What? She shook herself. What was going on with her today. She needed to get out of here and back to the woods. All the concrete was obviously making her loopy.

She began to sob. Roge felt so angry and scared. He knew how strong his luna was. Stronger than him even, he was the one who usually lost hope easily, Now to see her cry…. ‘There’s something that can be done. That is why I am here.’ The sorceress calm voice soothed the room and Diane’s sobs turned to sniffles. ‘Tell us’ Diane pleaded in a whisper and Alpha Roge nodded. ‘Your daughter might be the only one to survive this family.’ The sorceress says in a questioning tone and after a brief exchange of glance, the new parents nod in unison.

Loki says, looking down. “I’m down here!” Mia shouts. “The three of us can’t get back up!” “Three of you?” I yell, looking at Loki confused. “Yes, there are two children with me down here. The little girl is hurt; we need help.” My eyes widen and Loki nods, “I’m on it,” he says, disappearing behind me. “Are you still there, Kane?” Mia asks, her voice a little shaky. “Yeah, I’m here,” I reassure her. “Loki went to go get some rope.”

In the upper compound, Hakob was in the administrative records room, reading three months of duty logs by spirit-lamp light, looking for what the stone had told him in the drainage channel. And in the corridor between them — between all of them, between everything this place had built and everything I was building inside the ruin of it — a girl with bloodied hands and obsidian hair and a cracked jade pendant burning against the black mark on her chest sat in the dark and breathed, and breathed, and breathed. Eleven days. Ten, now. She would be ready in eight. ~~~

I heard my father chuckle. "Son, this isn't the time to joke," he replied. "Father, I am not joking. Kiaria Wright, the adopted daughter of Winston and Sakura Wright, is the biological daughter of the High Priestess. The locket among her belongings when she was left in the care of the Wright's proves her birthright." I expected my father to say something right away, but there was a long pause.

I said, dropping into a respectful bow. "Come here, my child," the Old Matriarch called out, her face softening into a warm smile as she gestured for me to sit beside her cushion. She reached out, taking my cold fingers into her trembling, warm hands before glancing toward Ross. "Ross, this is your future Luna. The promised daughter of the Lykaon bloodline, Gorgo. Gorgo, this is the third son of our house, Ross." "Ross..." My voice cracked slightly, his name leaving my lips like a delicate prayer.

The Lycan lost his mind so deep was his grief, and the sight of his tiny daughter was too much for him to bear, she was so like her mother he could not tolerate her being nearby him. The servants watched as he gave his son all his love and shunned the baby girl, the Healer tried to get him to change his attitude saying his daughter needed him as much as his son but he could not even look at her. When he took matters into his own hands his Pack were appalled by his cruelty, he ordered her maid to take her to the boundary of his lands and leave her there for the Rogues to devour. In tears, the poor maid fell to her knees and begged him not to do it, pleading that the little girl was the innoce

She was still his daughter after all, regardless of blood relations. … Nova “Your daughter is a werewolf! How could you enroll her in a human school?!” I froze, nearly dropping the grocery bag in my hand as I entered the kindergarten. I had just come to pick up Lila, and was already being assaulted by the red-faced teacher in the lobby. “What are you talking about?” I asked, pushing past the woman. “Where is my daughter?” The teacher huffed and gestured down the hall, where Lila’s classroom was. I hurried in that direction, and when I entered the small, colorful room, I found Lila sitting morosely in the corner.

She had never even left the pack. So how…. Then Luna spoke again. “My second daughter.” She slowly turned toward me. “Lyra.” The world stopped. “I once found a strange golden object in her possession. I questioned her about it, but she refused to tell me where she got it. I had no idea it belonged to the Lycan Kingdom.” Every ounce of color drained from my face. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. I had never stolen anything in my life. Why would she say that? Yes, she hated me. Yes, she had framed me before. But this wasn’t punishment. This was a death sentence.

I didn’t pay much attention, thinking it was another guard on his way to the rogue cells, but when the steps stopped at the bars of my room, I looked up. A man, I had never seen, stood at the bars, watching me in silence. “I-I’m not a rogue,” I blurted out and instantly slapped my hands over my mouth. What had I done? I knew better than to talk to anyone. The chuckle that left his lips was a light-hearted, foreign sound to my ears. “I know you’re not a rogue. You are the adoptive daughter of the pack’s Luna, right?” He titled his head as the question left his lips.