Loki Thor 1 Novels & Stories

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

He who had been looking for something to vent his frustrations on was more than happy to use Loki as a punching bag. *Boom* *Bleurgh* Loki coughed out blood as he lost his vision for a split second. He may be a god, but he was mostly a scholar. His strength was not in battle. Someone like Sango who was compared to the likes of Thor was not one that Loki could take on even with all his Soul Weapons in his possession, much less now that he had nothing but his skin and bones. “How dare you!” Thor raged, lightning escaping the orifices of his body like a fast-flowing stream.

He was almost looking like he was wearing a corset. His face was slimmer and sharper, and his short beard was pitch black. His long black hair was brushed back away from his head, sleek and very much the opposite of how most men in this world keep their hair. The thought struck me: Loki, the Norse trickster god, was a vain creature! In this situation, it seemed almost funny. It seemed so misplaced and strange, like everything else here. “Now, let us get your thunder wolf forward! I’m dying to teach Thor a lesson he won’t forget!”

' He dragged Melody back across the floor pushed her back into the small cage and locked it before heading out to his office to see if his Warriors had finished the cleanup. Loki came around on the floor of his office and when he tried to move he found he had been hog-tied but strangely enough only with a normal rope, not the usual wolfsbane-infused ones he would have used. He did not waste any time thinking about the whys and wherefores with a deep growl he shifted into Cronus and snapped the ropes binding him. Staggering to his feet he heard the soft moans coming fro

That presence which is like a force he unknowingly carries around with him is on full display and it attracts them. Everyone - male or female- is attracted to Ash Thunder. He's a god in a room full of mortal men, a donut on a table of Brussels sprouts, he's as mesmerizing as a brightly lit and twinkling Christmas tree in a pitch-black room. It's so obvious that everyone's lust pit is reacting to him.

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

I smile at the exchange. My eyes move to his father, who scans me with a gaze full of judgment and uncertainty. I automatically feel self-conscious. Does he already know I’m the weak link? Did Martin tell him? Or someone else in the pack? Can he just sense it? Lena saves me by stepping in front of his stare and smiling. “Alpha Thoran,” she says, hugging him. Surprisingly, he hugs her back, the smallest hint of a smile appearing. “How are you, dear? How is the new pack treating you?” he asks, for a moment deflecting his eyes from me.

Not fast enough to raise questions. As they circled the field, he observed. Kael ran like a battering ram—powerful, aggressive, careless. His dominance bled outward constantly, pressing against weaker wolves, forcing submission without effort. Kael — Werewolf Candidate Trait: Raw Strength Combat Style: Overwhelming Force Mentality: Bully Dominant Current Rank (Unofficial): Top Tier, Unrefined Lykos ran differently. Silent. Efficient. Every step measured. His aura was compact, disciplined, controlled so tightly it barely registered unless you were looking for it.

’, This time Sugriva was on fire. Bali jostled Sugriva, ‘Otherwise… you will be killed by me…Idiot’, Bali left the iron rod from the corner of the design department and raised it for attacking. Sugriva was afraid. He ran away. Bali was behind him, ‘Sugriva… Stop. Today is your last day on the Neptune. Soon, you will be with Shiva.’, Bali threw the rod, and it hit the back of Sugriva. He fell. Bali reached, left the rod, and smashed on the Sugriva’s right shoulder. Sugriva screamed. Sugriva gathered some energy and tried to run again. Somehow, he managed and escaped from the industry. Bali was still behind him. They both were on the street road of Kishkindha.