Loki X Sylvie Novels & Stories

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

He would ask her about it later. “Why aren't you getting up,” Liam said with a little annoyance laced in his tone. Devon was too relaxed and he shouldn't be. The Devon he knew should have been worried sick about Alicd by now. “Do you know where they are?” Devon asked Liam. Liam could only stare at him and not provide an answer. It was true. He had no idea where they were. After almost a minute of silence, Liam finally sat on the couch opposite Devon. “Can't you locate Alice through your mate mark?” From what Liam had heard even though he had never experienced it, a lycan can locate their mate through their mark.

Junip moaned in surprise but couldn't deny the pleasure she felt, letting her thoughts escape her lips. Xolvion smiled as he stood up, pushing Kerry off of him while he walked over to Holly. "Don't mind if I do." He said as he pulled her pants down, exposing her full body to the glare of the fire. Xolvion pulled his rock hard cock out and slowly rubbed it against her wet lips, letting it slid up and down her before he slowly entered her inside. Holly moaned as she lifted her head from Junips crotch. The mage however grabbed her head and pulled it back down, forcing her to lick more and more.

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.

As they continued to ask me a million questions, I became overwhelmed. "I'm going to stop you all right here," I said loudly, holding both hands up to the group, trying to mask my panic. "Arthur isn't my area of expertise. Now, if you'll excuse me." Quickly, I dashed off but not before I ran straight into someone else. "Oof!" I exhaled, the wind almost knocked out of me. Unaffected, the wolf stood in my way, sizing me up. I felt cornered. "Well, hello there. I'm Leo," he said slyly. He didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that I literally bashed into him. "It's Ophelia, right?" he said, clearly fancying himself as a silver tongue.

Sylvia said, hitting the table angrily. Her transformation keeps changing each day, where did she get the nerve to talk to the witches this way? I am an Alpha and I choose to stay quiet. " Stay quiet Sylvia!" I ordered. " We sense our kind in your castle, we need confirmation. We wanted to go in and check ourselves but found answers along the line. She is pretty." He commented, the rest of the board members cleared their throat. " Witches love playing games, I heard beating around the bush is quite their favorite game and I'm not in for it."

“He didn’t follow you. His wolf pushed him.” Sylvie growls, low and steady, the sound vibrating through my ribs. I rub my palms together, grounding myself. “He saw her.” Elias gives a small nod. “He felt her.” Another nod, slower this time. “He almost lost control.” “He pushed too hard,” Elias says. “He pulled back.” The memory hits again—sharp, layered. The snarl. The ground splitting under Adrian’s feet. The way his eyes locked onto Sylvie at the Luna Pool like the clearing narrowed around them and nothing else existed. The way she braced. The way she refused to back down.

**ELODIE'S POV** The moment I set foot into the house, Eloise came rushing to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "Sis, I've missed you so much. I thought I would never get to see you again," she mumbled in tears and pouted. "I've been telling you to come over, but you wouldn't. Why?" "Do I seriously have to deal with this girl? She is the least of my problems right now. It's been a week since my encounter with the Lycan King, and he hasn't responded since then. Did I not convince him enough?"

Some covered their faces while some held out their phones recording the whole scene. I was too shocked to react, I just stood still and watched him strip me off every item of clothing till I was left completely bare. I tried covering my breasts by wrapping my arms around my body but he pushed it away and glared hard at me. "As you all know, this is a season of victory for us all! We have the enemy in our hands, I present to you ex-Luna of Blood Moon packs, do with her whatever you please!" He yelled excitedly as the crowd cheered. Does Osbert really mean this was a plan? I left my marriage and pack just to be a slave to the rogues? How did I even make this kind of terrible mistake?

Gross. I’m looking across the crowd and do a double take when I see a flash of strawberry blonde hair. I realize that I know this chick. Can’t really see her face yet but I am definitely taken by her hair and hourglass figure. She’s swaying to the music and seems to be lost in her own world. As she turns around with the song, I see her face. Lilith. She’s gorgeous tonight. She has on a deep purple lace top that covers her full sleeves and tight leather pants with knee high boots that accentuate her ass perfectly. Man, I almost wish Brody didn’t set me up tonight.