Loki X Mobius Novels & Stories

All my life I have been treated like dirt, but Loki is carefree and looks at me differently. I smile as we reach the stream, watching as Loki finds a deeper part, using it to wash the dirt from his body. My heart races and I begin to see him even more differently. He is tall and very muscular. His hair is black, but his eyes are green. Something inside me is burning as I watch him rub the water all over his body…. I have never felt this way before.

Loki used his energy to heal them while he meditated in the prison cell, his energy had began to make him float in his little corner as he also attempted to weaken the magic of the cell. A few hours pass and he hears footsteps, his eyes were closing and his magic was faltering to a halt but he did his best to stay awake, he was so weak. He crashes to the ground and his breathing was too heavy, his green orbs Begin to revert but there were tears in them as he remembered his mother and Orla. His eyes move up to see who was looking down at him, but the image was blurry as he started slipping into the darkness. The only thing he sees is magenta wisps around his body before his eyes closed.

Ash turns cautiously. Five people emerge calmly from the tall grass. At the very front, a red-haired young man walks toward us while casually spinning a small flame in his palm. His sharp eyes lock onto our team. “Well, look who’s crawling around on the ground like worms,” the young man says mockingly. Damian grits his teeth. “Loki. Why does it have to be you, asshole?” The young man, Loki, laughs sarcastically. He snaps his fingers, and a wall of fire rises around us, making the prehistoric birds hesitate to attack again.

When he passed the final trial, the most sacred moment of all arrived—the claiming. The air grew still. Derek took my hand gently and led me to the center of the ceremonial site. He knelt before the Moon Goddess altar, drank the sacred water offered by the High Witch, then stood and turned to me, his fangs slowly elongating, gleaming under the moonlight. He was ready to mark me. The entire pack watched in reverent silence. I closed my eyes, heart pounding, preparing myself for the eternal bond. But before Derek could sink his fangs into my neck, a blur of motion shattered the silence.

Her frown was immediate and ugly, but she was still too deep in shock to find words, and for one short moment, I watched the two of them stand side by side, the perfect pregnant couple from the courtyard, breaking before my eyes. I could feel their confusion, and it was nice. The guards had not moved from their knees. I could feel the confusion rolling off them in waves, thick and sour. They didn’t know whether to rise. Going against the Lycan King was unthinkable. But coming between mates was its own kind of death sentence. Even with an ordinary wolf, stepping into the space between a male and the female he was claiming could get you torn to shreds by jealousy alone. With a Lycan, no one wa

Chloe asked with trepidation. “If I can get some of your dragon baby’s embryonic fluid, I think I can create an antidote for the serum they injected into Tristan. He needs to be able to shift if he is to survive an encounter with that vile Antoh Sudnik.” “Do you know him?” Chloe asked with surprise. “He’s the one who changed Robert. I’ve met him on more than one occasion,” Lizzy admitted. “He’s never tried to study you?” Chloe asked.

Where ones that once loved then collided The end of days is now nigh Unless the Unity that once thrived is brought back to life Ruled under the moon, all are bound But fractured by the one who is crowned Weakness hides power Lost at the eleventh hour Hidden by shadows where secrets abound She is not the one who must be found The pen and the sword must work as one To Unite what everyone thought was gone A dead bond the moon tried to reUnite They will once again fail to recognize But the story of the lycan and the runt will not end As there are more than bonds that must mend In denying the gifts of the moon time and time again They show us all we do not always need its guidance In devising the

He sank beside Lilly and I, his hand shaking visibly as he tried to steady himself. "Marcus, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He glanced around nervously before leaning in close. "I saw something," he whispered. Lilly’s eyes widened in horror. "What do you mean?" she whispered. Marcus's voice trembled as he recounted the terrifying scene he had secretly witnessed. "I was hiding in the shadows, my heart racing, as the guards dragged a screaming slave into Romain's lair. Romain was in his wolf form, bound in chains, but his eyes blazed with a fierce intensity. As they entered, he unleashed a blood-curdling howl, the sound sending chills down my spine.

High above our heads, the rafters were hidden behind gold-threaded tapestries that unspooled the ancient history of the Blood Moon line: great white wolves with eyes of silver, tearing the throats from the southern kings, their woven blood dropping in neat, scarlet stitches onto a snow-white field. The lead guard halted before a massive pair of double doors carved from black walnut, the grain twisted into the shapes of howling wolves. Two more sentries stood here, their spears crossed. The guard to my left—a towering brute named Hokan, whose face was scarred—did not look at me when he spoke. He kept his eyes fixed strictly on the floor. His jaw was clenched so hard the tendon in his cheek pu

Arnold loses his tie, removed his coat and then folded his shirt sleeves and said "Where the hell is he ?? " " Come with me, " Ethan said and started walking. Arnold followed him. Arnold went inside the room and laughed hilariously looking at the state of that bastard Reid. Reid is the person who worked with them for 7 years and for some money he sold his loyalty to someone else. Reid is looking in the room and his both hands are tied with rope. His eyes has become puffy red and blood is coming from his mouth. He has a lot of marks on his body and some men of Arnold are continuously beating him.