Loki X Sylvie Novels & Stories

I climbed the altar and took my place beside Lucian and Killian. The officiant stepped forward, smiling warmly at the three of us as we held hands. “Today, we have gathered to celebrate the union of Lycan Kings Lucian Nox and Killian Nox of the Blood Moon Pack, and Miss Valerie Garrett of the Blue Moon Pack in love, commitment, and fate. Through laughter and tears, peace and war, they promise to stand by one another until the end of their time. Do you three agree to these vows?” the officiant asked, and we chorused in agreement.

Wilson declares boldly, jaw set with determination as he doubles down on the declaration. Sylvia looks at him with wide, shining eyes. A smile starts to creep across her face until she’s beaming widely, looking at him like he’s the center of the universe. “Well, do you love him, Sylvia?” The Lycan Queen asks. “I do,” Sylvia confesses shyly, stealing another glance at him. The Lycan King narrows his eyes at the pair. “How long has this been going on?” He asks gruffly. “Since my eighteenth birthday,” Sylvia replies with a blush.

Who was she calling a harlot Lolla fumed, her eyes turned blue as her wolf side got in possession, she stepped closer to the two girls her claws extended ready to tear them to shreds. “Who are you calling a harlot?” Sylvie watched the woman approach, she placed herself between Marietta and Lolla, her eyes glowing silver and she grinned exposing her fang. “Try me, I dare you,” Marietta remained quiet, she watched as Sylvie jump to her defense, that gesture made her smile a bit; someone was ready to defend her honor but it wasn't necessary, Lolla

The grin on her lips make me kick my chair back and the restaurant is cleared out within seconds, even the workers left through the back door. Her smirk fell as fast as it appeared. My hand drags along the edge of the table as I round it, my eyes never leaving her face that is being tainted with fear. “You think you’re tough because you’re of an alpha bloodline, but I am of Lycan bloodline, your superior, descended right from the Moon Goddess herself and you come in here, acting like the Luna you’ll be, but aren’t yet…It’s funny…” I stop beside her and she has broken our eye lock, she’s staring in front of her.

A slave would still be a slave, especially she was a werewolf mixed with a witch. "I can't continue all of this," Lora said while shedding tears. "I wanted to choose you, so I didn't choose anyone before," Harvey explained. "Don't, don't choose me, your mate is another woman," Lora refused. But her body language couldn't resist Harvey's embrace. Her cheeks felt warm, her young soul was stirred up, it was time to love, she couldn't lie to her feelings. "I don't need another woman, I need you," Harvey insisted.

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

They need an Alpha and Luna, and we need enough of a village to hold our new pack. A roar erupted from the mountain and I turned fast, spotting my Lycan as he ran down the mountainside and toward the village shrouded in thick trees. I met him just outside the roads, pushing him to stop. He shifted, lifted me to his chest, and locked our lips in a hot kiss. I kissed him back, calming him down in some ways and intensifying things in other ways. “I looked for you everywhere,” he panted, pulling back to look at the pack village and it’s dwindling members watching on from nearby. “What pack is this? Did they steal you? Hurt you?”

Luke smiled, “Of course. I most definitely will.” I say goodbye one last time and we get in his truck. Luke starts the truck and looks at me, “There is one thing I haven’t done yet that I really need to do.” Then he puts his hand on my cheek, “I Lucas Parker, accept you, Sylvie Shumani, as my mate and Princess.” I giggle and blush as I hear him, “That blush is going to be the death of me.” I smile, “Well, then, let me finish this. I, Sylvie Shumani, accept you, Lucas Parker, as your mate and my duties as princess.” I smile as he kisses me gently. He sighs, “Thank you, little mate.” He sighs as I kiss his cheek, “Thank you for accepting me.” He smiled, “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

His brown eyes looked like fresh honey and his red hair resembled curls that were lit with flames. "Sleep is a rarity these days," Sydney answered before turning to Thorne, Penelope, and me, "this is my brother Sylvain," she then pointed to each of us respectively and said our names, "Thorne, he's a hellhound. This is Penelope, the witch. And Lilith, vampire Queen." Sylvain's ginger eyebrows scrunched and those whirlpool honey eyes of his landed on Julian, "I thought you said your mate's a werewolf. Did you reject her?"

she stammered, pleading desperately. Suban chuckled darkly, “Of course you wouldn’t know what happened, darling Dimitri.” He smirked, “Unlike the rest of us, Krisen needs his mate. Once he finds his mate, according to the seer, he is meant to mark and claim her in order to complete his transformation into a Lycan. It is as the prophecy said. Sadly, he was too foolish. Waiting for you to love him just like he did you. If only he knew his death would come under this rising moon.” He ridiculed.