Monster Loki Novels & Stories

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 !!! “

Lora asked herself, feeling tired of crying as no tears fell from her eyes. Despite the cold, she got up and began preparing breakfast for the palace inhabitants. She knew it was still the middle of the night without checking the clock, but it was better than sitting silently, thinking about what had happened. Lora's happiness was an illusion because the palace occupants had harassed her all her life. Her mother was a witch, and her father was a werewolf, and their love had defied the norm of werewolves marrying their own kind, which had made Lora's bloodline an object of little knowledge.

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

Growling and snarling was about all he did. I had the feeling that if I hadn’t kept him on a tight leash, he would’ve already broken to the surface and slaughtered anyone and anything in his way to get to her. And that was the problem. For as long as I have known him, Malko had never been so out of control. He wasn’t his usual self, and this worried me for more reasons than one. “My Luna is missing. She picked the damn bomb that almost reaped thousands of lives, and you expect me to stay calm?” I repeated again, fists clenching and nostrils flaring.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

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.