Loki X Reader Novels & Stories

(dashed for Anya) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* LOKI: I have dragged this on for long. I am ending it now. LOGAN: The earlier the better bozo...I'm saving my strength for hook-ups too. LOKI: Let's see how you crack jokes in hell. Twin sword (a pair of sword appeared in both hands) LOGAN: Uh-uh that's a blade man. Shit is getting real

Her eyes met his, playful and piercing, and the small smile curling on her lips felt like an invitation, coaxing him closer, making each heartbeat echo loudly in his chest. As he took another cautious step, a loose floorboard beneath him shifted with a gentle pop. Startled, he bent down, revealing a hidden nook beneath the wood. Inside lay a leather-bound ledger, the pages yellowed and soft with age. His pulse jumped. The ledger was thick with secrets—payments from Michael to a man named Raven, cryptic notes that linked the house explosion to a carefully staged insurance scam. The weight of it pressed into his palm, a dangerous, thrilling secret promising the revenge he had long imagined.

So, I gripped the leather reins until my knuckles turned white, tracking him purely by the scent of his blood and his fear. Suddenly, the scent in the air shifted. The cold, crisp smell of pine and snow was violently overpowered by the foul, rotting stench of a rogue beast. My Lycan immediately snapped to attention. I pulled back on the reins, my golden eyes scanning the dense treeline. Through the thicket, a quarter of a mile ahead, Elian’s heartbeat spiked in a rhythm of absolute, paralyzing terror. And beneath it was a deep, guttural, demonic rumbling.

He went straight to his friend's condo when he found out about her absence. The three of them turned around when they heard Erika call Lixue. The three of them looked at each other after that. They walked to approach Erika. She looked at them when they stopped in front of her. "Why?" Lixue said to Erika. She said she was doing something and their bodyguard would pick her up. "I can't get the other languages in this book. I searched on G****e. I can only read a limited amount," Erika said, pointing to what she was reading. When she saw that she pretended not to read anything but was blank.

He then pecked a kiss on her forehead as he uttered, “Let me buy them for you, Lucy. Just let me.” She looked hesitant as she muttered, “Okay.” He pecked a kiss on her cheek. And she uttered a shy ‘thank you’, which made him smile wider. When she continued to hold the brown book, Xandar understood that she wanted it so he held it for her. He had a look at the title: ‘Lycans in Human and Animal Forms: Strengths, Weaknesses, Peculiarities and Blind Spots.’ Xandar chuckled before he asked as he lifted up the book in one hand, “Sweetheart, should I be worried about this?”

“Jilin's request surprised me a little. It is not exactly common to get reinforcements from other guilds for a comparably simple mission. " "We just want to make sure that the Iubas get to their destination without incident," I remarked a little pointedly. Now he couldn't ignore me anymore. "Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. "

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Adam's voice lowered as he revealed the truth, the words resonating with a sense of wonder and secrecy. "We are werewolves, Isabella. Lycans. Giovanni is one, and I am an Alpha, the leader of our pack." A moment of silence enveloped them as Bella absorbed the weight of this revelation. The world seemed to shift beneath her feet, and a kaleidoscope of emotions surged through her. Disbelief, curiosity, and a strange sense of exhilaration mingled within her heart.

However, she is aware that this is not her true feelings but rather the work of the mate bond. “Please do not speak like that!” she exclaims. “I am merely flirting with my mate,” he shrugs. “Is that wrong?” “Yes! We barely know each other!” “Okay,” Dmitri says, clearing his throat. “Let me introduce myself. I am Dmitri Daskov, Duke of Sloria. I am a Lycan by birth and my wolf’s name is Daskov as well. In my free time, I like to walk in my garden, read a good book and perhaps take a stroll down town to meet my people. My usual routine consists of stalking my enemies and manipulating them into killing each other-”

“Breed me.” That did it. We both came at the same time, her back arched off the desk, and pussy clamped down on me while I spilt inside, thick and endless. How had she learned my kinks so well? How had she guessed? I pulled out, but she perched up on her elbow, her legs locked around my waist. “It's spilling, Liam,” she moaned. “Fuck it back inside me where it belongs.” I blinked, horrified, and turned on. “Please?”

It reminded me of a burnt marshmallow. Luci's wings came down from its defensive hold and folded into his body. My much smaller wings retracted as well as his hands went up my back. Luci groaned into the kiss, his hand now cupping my chest. His sharp claw thrummed my nipple, having me break the kiss to throw my head back. "Ew, gross!" Loki's voice could be heard by the doorway. Luci grabbed me, his wings flying back out to cover me. "I just got the perfect view of your mate's ass, Luci. You got to learn to not blow down doors with your temper tantrums."