Monster Loki Novels & Stories

He stares at the mixture Loki had given him to drink, be sniffs it and his nose wrinkles in discomfort, "Hurry Mace, it's the only way we can free ourselves from this torture." He pushes the bowl to his mouth and forces him to drink it and when it was down his throat he so desperately wanted to puke it back but Loki covered his mouth, he groans in pain at the tangy and bitter taste, "now for the final stage." Loki was a strong hybrid who had inherited his mother's abilities and knowledge on magic and the dark world, right now he was performing black magic to make Mace more attractive in Arcadia's eyes. He was enhancing his scent and essence to attract the Queen.

So why does the loom say otherwise? My fingers twitch toward the thread again and this time I don’t hesitate. I grab it and yank hard. Magic slams into me like a wave. I’m not standing in the shrine anymore. I’m in a dream. A nightmare. A memory. A place that is all three at once. And Loki’s here too. Not in flesh, but in presence. Woven from shadow and light, tall and sharp and entirely too pleased with himself. “You touched it,” he says. “Curious girl. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to fight.”

And no one could ever noticed. Loki’s right leg slipped on the ground and it was resulted to lost her consciousness. Hiro rushed and went her direction and he became panicked. Then he called Loki name repeatedly. “Loki… Loki !! Loki !! Dumbass.. wake up Loki !!! “

Maybe this was the time to open their relationship to the public. Lora and Harvey agreed to reveal their relationship to the public, especially after the Mercury pack incident, which revealed that Lora had a wolf and could turn into one when in danger. That indicated that Lora was a purebred werewolf. Werewolf blood was more dominant than that of witches. They kissed near the stairs. Tina saw it, and her body felt hot with jealousy. She wanted to be angry, but seeing the situation, Lora seemed to have a wolf. It was a shocking fact that Lora was more exceptional than she thought.

These things hold baby hydras, manticores, gorgons, and other nasties. No, they won’t kill me, but they’re a pain in the ass to have to deal with. And having to break out of a stone shell would ruin my manicure. “I swear to you that we have scoured all of the tunnels and ousted any of the nasties that used to live here,” Loki says, smiling at me. But, like always, there is this hint of mischievousness to his smile that makes me not trust him. I eye him wearily. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Like a snake’s tongue wiggling its way closer to its victims, “And that’s where I come in, my darling.” Grabbing my hand, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed it slowly without breaking eye contact with me. “Let me introduce myself; I am Loki. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Rosabella, the barbarian princess!”

To many gods, he was nothing but a hypocrite. “Loki, God of Mischief, and son of Odin. We need your help.” The 5th Supreme turned to Loki, staring down on him. “Help? You don’t need my help. You have me here in chains. If you wanted to ask me of my opinion before, you would have never imprisoned me in the first place. Don’t not act out this pretentious show. Do what he came here to do. Do what you must.”

replied Dolos. "He looks like Loki's character in the Thor movie," said Claire. "Indeed. Loki is the god of lies and deceit in Norse mythology, Dolos is the Greek version," replied Leon. “If that's the case, my guess is he'll give you some kind of hallucination. Be careful Leon," said Claire. "What are you afraid of, Perseus? I think I can see it," said Dolos again with a sly smile.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

Elric stopped at a page with a brown smudge across the bottom, which held a recipe titled "Lich Eternal". It was a horrible spell calling for items Aelfric had never heard of, not to mention a hefty blood sacrifice. It called for something called "Claimed Chimera claw", and "Horbus Moreas pollin". He could hardly make out the directions, but the notes scribbled at the bottom of the page read "Consciousness lost 8 hours. Eyes bled briefly upon waking. Stimuli are strange. Hard surfaces feel malleable, I am unbreathing, though my heart beats still.