Loki X Sylvie Novels & Stories

"Unleash your wolves!” A savage roar erupted from the warriors as bones cracked violently beneath flesh. The sounds of transformation tore through the night. Spines twisted. Jaws elongated. Claws burst from human hands. One after another, massive wolves emerged around the fire, their growls vibrating through the earth itself. Black wolves. Silver wolves. Creatures with eyes glowing gold in the dark. The clearing behind us descended into a glorious chaos. And standing at the center of it all, I grabbed Leinna by the wrist and pulled her up from the fallen log beside me before thrusting her away from the frenzy.

His face was wolf and man and something older, more primal. A Lycan. The original form, before wolves learned to hide in human skin. "Impossible," Sarah breathed. "The Lycan bloodline is extinct." "Not extinct," Dimitri said, his voice like grinding mountains. "Sleeping. Waiting for her." He looked at me with eyes that held galaxies. The bond between us pulsed, visible to everyone – but now it was changing. The silver cord sprouted thorns of light, wrapping around both our wrists, sinking into skin.

The rogues began to laugh—howling, snarling—charging forward. Hundreds. No—thousands. Yellow, red, green—eyes glowing with pure, ravenous bloodlust. Seth and the others fell into formation, ranks solidifying as the battle began. •••••••••• The sound of battle brought a satisfying smile to Zoraya’s red lips. She watched from a tower window as the rogues clashed with the werewolves. It had been going on for almost an hour. She didn’t see Lucian, but she knew Aldric was already handling him somewhere.

But before she could— The first rogue lunged forward. Sylvie reacted instinctively. She grabbed the heavy lamp from the nightstand and swung it as hard as she could. The lamp smashed against the wolf’s shoulder. “Damn it!” he growled. Sylvie jumped off the bed and ran toward the door. But another rogue blocked her path. “Not so fast.” He grabbed her wrist roughly. Pain shot through her injured arm. Sylvie gasped. “Let go!” The rogue laughed darkly.

“Sylvia, it’s good to see you again, sorry for making you our blood bank.” Sylvia blushed slightly playing with her fingers, she has a huge crush on Xavier, Nadia knows about it but promised not to say anything. “It’s alright, this is not a one-person fight, we are to help however we can.” They have just arrived in New Orleans and Nadia was drawing blood from Sylvia to finish the potion.

The floors were a black marble tiles and the walls were painted fully white with golden spiral stairs leading to the floor above us. Multiple paintings of werewolves hung on the wall and the scent of Jasmine and lavender filled my nostrils. I noticed they were coming from the scented candles in certain parts of the room. I found Lycan sitting on one of his black leather sofas, a glass mug in his hand, his eyes fixed to the laptop on the glass table in front of him. The voice coming from the laptop made me realise he was having a video conference.

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-”

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

she felt like she was drowning in him and she gripped hin even closer to her body. Liam on the other hands was trying his best to keep his wolf at bay but he kept failing each time because of her gripped him as he slammed deep inside of her... He groaned and buried his head in the nook of her neck as Joan continued to speak beautiful words in his ears... her voice was like a siren call to him and he wanted her even more... "Joan..." he breathed out her name as her eyes fluttered open again... both of them reached for each other at the same time as their lips met in unison for a a heart melting kiss... Their entire body was trying heated and liam couldn't hold his wolf back any longer... "Joa

“I was dragged and forced to marry a drunk, rude and decadent Lycan, who had already killed my entire clan! Did you expect me to consider you an ally? You always made my situation and options very clear” Aram took a step back, as if he'd been hit, those were harsh words. Despite everything he did not imagine Lucine saying something like that, which only contributed with his certainty that he knew almost nothing about her. A drunk, rude, decadent Lycan, she had said. Those words weren't a lie, but this didn't make it any less embarrassing to hear that from himself. He began to speak, even though he wasn't sure what to say. “I…”