Loki X Sylvie Fanfic Novels & Stories

I’d only seen pictures of lycans phasing in pictures, never in reality and it truly terrified me. “I will say this once so listen to me very closely,” she hissed, her voice low and guttural. “Don’t let anyone make you think otherwise, but Elias is mine.” “I never-” She slammed me into the wall again, a bit harsher this time. “Shut up.” Blinding pain shot up the back of my head but I kept my mouth shut for risk of angering her and getting hurt even worse. “You may think he’s protecting you because of a stupid mate bond, but that is nothing compared to what we have. You will end whatever shit you have going on with him or I swear I will make sure you die a slow and painful death.”

The one that made my entire world perfect and safe. And my heart sank to the bottom just from me thinking about it. Ronan was possessive. I had always known that. All Lycans were. We were made to be possessive and territorial. But we had never had to discuss our loyalties. I had never had to worry about losing him the way he was certainly feeling now. “From the moment that bastard saw you, I already knew that there was something about his reaction.” Ronan spat, as he balled his fists in anger.

We knew that our love was stronger than ever, and together we would face any challenge that lay ahead. In that moment, as the moon shone through the window, casting its gentle glow upon us, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and contentment. I was no longer a slave girl or a secret mate. I was Liliana, loved and cherished, ready to embark on a new chapter of my life as the Luna of this remarkable pack. And as we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, I knew that our love would guide us through any trials, and our bond would remain unbreakable, forever and always.

With a whimper, I close my eyes and wait for my inevitable doom. Before I can do any quick prayers and apologies to Casimir and Sanders, a louder and more powerful roar splits the air. My eyes pop open just in time to see Casimir speeding his way towards me. Casimir... He crashes into the rogue with a fury I've only seen glimpses of, slamming the Lycan into a tree with a force that splinters bark. They fight–brutal, fast, and animalistic. I try to sit up, but the pain on my side sends me flat on the ground again, my vision tilting and spots are starting to form.

It was a mystery how they had so much stamina, blessed with good endowment too. It was part of being a Lycan, I know, plus they were all Alphas, so their stamina was something else entirely. Like they wanted to carve their names deep inside of me, to claim every single part of me. Their seed too filled me up and I found myself trying to get it out of me, every time we had sex. It was a good thing I had been drinking up a consortium I had made, to prevent myself from getting pregnant. Other than that, I would've conceived long ago. Perks of being a witch. Ahaha.

She was screaming and shrieking as if she had lost her mind, calling her sister's name repeatedly while sobbing. Alpha Ordovic hugged his Luna who was embracing Lycia tightly. His gaze then arrived at Lyn who was still kneeling beside the bed, looking down and sobbing just like Luna Lisha. The Alpha stood up and approached Lyn who didn't notice his movements. He grabbed his daughter's arm hard, startling Lyn. Alpha Ordovic dragged Lyn out of the house into the yard and threw Lyn's body until she fell to the ground.

“It’s not a forbidden sorcery, brother. Rest assured. It will not stir the order in Erganiv. I will be held responsible if I put this domain in danger. And as for the wolf nation, don’t you think this is the best time to reclaim it?” Lord Azhir hardly shook his head. “They are autonomous for a reason. We don’t meddle with their affair unless the security of Gwiazda is at risk. It’s peaceful in their territory now. Leave them alone.” “As you wish, brother. But the female in my possession will serve me. She is not an Alsacheri but a Lycan.” “If she can replace your mate, do whatever you want.” Drite scoffed. “Remina is irreplaceable.”

"Sylvie's mine now. Our wedding's next week." Felix's face went pale, then twisted into something feral, like a cornered animal ready to lash out. "No way! Sylvie loves me!"

As she read through the other messages of congratulations, and queries about her state of health, after such a heavy session, she spotted last night's messages from Sylvie DuPont and from her client. Fiona couldn't remember exchanging messages with either of them, so she opened Sylvie's first and felt a warm glow of satisfaction at being pursued by her for sex. She decided to let her stew a few days more, before casually getting in touch, and feigning indifference to her advances. She knew that, if she played her cards right, Sylvie would eventually come to her, desperate to put her scent mark on her again. This time she'd have the upper hand, and would ride her former lover with her own str

“I doubt that.” Logan laughed softly, but it was that low, nervous kind of laugh people give when they’re trying too hard not to stare at someone. His eyes lingered on Sylvia’s face, longer than necessary, and I knew instantly. He still loved her. And if I wasn’t mistaken… She loved him too. I glanced at Violet, who gave me the same look. We didn’t need words to communicate, I could practically hear her thinking, We need to fix this. After a while, Sylvia got a call and excused herself, heading back toward the main building. As soon as she was out of earshot, I turned to Logan.