Loki X Sylvie Fanfic Novels & Stories

Uriel beamed as she jumped in my lap. Holding her by the hips, I calmed her, so I didn’t get my dick impaled with her sweet cupcake. “Did you hear that, Luci? I’m his best friend.” So proud of herself, she sat back down and called out another fish to pair. “I thought I was your best friend?” I whispered in her ear. “The best friend that takes care of you.” Kissing her neck, she shivered as she leaned back. “Nah, stop that!” Loki threw a discarded card at my face. “We are almost done, then I have to go pack, anyway.” Thank fates he is going to be leaving.

"L-Lufian, c-calm down!" Sylvio managed to stammer out, struggling to speak as he was being strangled. “I can’t calm down! Tell me where Elora is. Otherwise, I won’t hold back. Even if you have taught me a lot, even if you are half my teacher, I will still kill you,” Lufian roared frantically. Feeling that Lufian’s energy was getting more and more violent and he might kill himself at any time, Sylvio also started to feel a little worried.

ooOoo On the day that she was admitted Lou drove her to the hospital and sat with her for a time, but Sylvie didn’t want to talk and before long they were sitting side by side in silence, Sylvie staring impassively into space. He squeezed her hand, told her that he loved her, and left. On the way home, as the sun disappeared from view behind him, he parked up at the spot where the demons lived and felt their mocking malevolence. “You aren’t going to win,” he told them very quietly, “you may think that you are, but you aren’t.”

I nearly choked on my spit when he said that. “What?” was the only word I could muster. “I’m a Lycan… I have pathokinesis. I can feel your feelings and sometimes thoughts.” I centered myself trying to control whatever feelings I was projecting to make him pick up on that, and I took my hoodie off, holding my head high as his eyes swept over my body, my scars. Slowly, he handed me the daggers then took his shirt off revealing sweeping scars down his back and sides. Relief flooded me and he blinked hard.

The sight should have warmed me, but all I could think about was Silas’s cold eyes watching from the house. “You’re shaking,” Xavier murmured against my hair. I hadn’t even realized. My hands were clenched so tight my nails left half-moon indents in my palms. “Tell me,” he said. Not an order. A request between mates. I kept my voice low. “He had his hands on her. Cornered her in the kitchen like she was some—” My throat closed. Xavier went perfectly still. The kind of stillness that comes before violence. Next to us, Liam suddenly stiffened. His nose twitched—that damn sensitive werewolf hearing. “Uncle Silas is being a creep again?” he asked, too loud.

"Don't worry. Tomorrow night, at her birthday banquet, I'm going to publicly announce that the Moon Goddess spoke to me. I'll claim she is my mate before she even shifts." "What if Alpha Eric interferes?" her voice wavered with hesitation. "It won't be up to him," I sneered. "Sylvia has been hopelessly in love with me for years. She's just playing hard to get right now because of that mute tutor. Once she feels the mate bond, she'll fall back in line. She's pathetic like that. She always wanted a fairy-tale romance." Freya didn't reply, but the green glow of the dashboard lights caught the ugly flicker of pure jealousy in her eyes. I ignored it.

They were both lost in each other’s eyes when I looked to my other side and saw a huge man approach my Sylvie. Sylvie’s eyes widened as he approached, and she smiled when he took her hand. I vowed that I would not interfere, as long as she was smiling. He beamed, “I am Prince Luke, future leader of the Werebears. Can I ask where my little mate is from?” She smiled, “I am Princess Sylvie from the Lycan Kingdom.” He smiled, “You’re Princess Ashina’s and Prince Conri’s daughter?” She smiled, “I am. Is that a problem for you?” He smiled, “Absolutely not. I met you at a birthday party for Princess Chloe’s triplets when we were very young, and I have loved you ever since. I’m so happy I am blessed

At midnight I am still looking at a blank paper sheet when I decide to write. “Alpha Onyx, this will most certainly be the most unorthodox thing I will do this year, but here it goes. I found your scent on the paperwork during our meeting this morning. From there, I have been mentally spiraling out of control, trying to keep a cool head around my family. Here, it is against the law to be mated with a Lycan. Then I received your shirt, which I am wearing right now. I made some decisions. After recent events, I am ready to leave my pack if that is what it takes. You may or may not reject me, and I would understand if you did. Please know I will still hold true to the contract I signed today, n

It was after every passionate moment, her vulva tightens back just as before. She clung onto me, rocking with me. Matching my every rhythm as she arches her waist. She loved with the insatiable hunger of the vampire. Bloodthirsty lust dripping from her savage bones. She loved to be devoured like the dark of the sky, in the moon drenched night. She was craving every part of my raw and wild soul and I was craving hers. "Lucifer," she sobbed my name for the first time in the heat of passion and it intoxicated me, driving me crazy as I pummeled harder into her.

Sulv cried as he wrapped his arms around Jun’s neck and kissed him. Their tongues played. "Ah!" Sylv cried and arched his body when Jun went inside him too deeply. "J – Jun... aahhh!" he cried when Jun pulled out of him slowly. "Mhn... mhn…!" he cried. "Ah!" he cried when Jun suddenly entered him again. Sylv’s nails dug deep on Jun’s back. "Jun... hurry up – " Sylv said and kissed Jun. "Fill me up..." he whispered. "Ah!" he cried and bit his lip when Jun’s thing suddenly became harder and bigger inside him.