Sylvie Loki Novels & Stories

“I don't know,maybe it grew legs and ran away. Even your phone is tired of your meetings, Darian.” I step closer, placing both hands on the marble, caging her in. She smells like sunlight and that ridiculous citrus soap she insists on buying in bulk. “Sylvie.” I said while walking towards her. She bites her lip, then pulls the phone from behind her back. “Three alarms labeled Review Europe Contracts? Who needs three alarms for the same thing?” “A responsible man.” “No, a paranoid billionaire.” I reach for the phone but she lifts it higher. “Say please.” She said while stepping backwards.

“I thought we already had an understanding that what happened was just a misunderstanding, Howard. I don’t care if you don’t believe me. But I will do everything in my power to make Sylvie believe that it is me she still needs. Oliver has a brighter future if Sylvie and he come back to Silver Blade Pack.” "I don't care what you want, Lucas. Sylvie is not as weak as you think she is. She’s the strongest she-wolf I ever met and I believe she won’t bend to whatever lies you tell her. She knows the kind of monster you are. She knows you can’t be trusted. And I will protect them from all the atrocious things you’re planning, Wright. I won’t let you hurt her again.”

Liam started taking things out of the bag to set aside on the counter. “No. I showed her around for a bit, but after my shower, I found her asleep.” “That doesn’t surprise me. Her energy is faint compared to even a human. It is almost like it is being drained by an unknown source. How she is even alive, is beyond my understanding.” Sylvie moved to the other side of Liam to help. Sylvie had a unique ability to sense energy from living things. Most supernatural creatures could, but not to the extent that she could. It was a special ability she possessed. Others could only sense enough to know what kind of creature they were or how powerful they might be.

Sylvia reached out and slapped Liam hard on the cheek, causing the frenzy to seem to stop. Liam looked deeply into Sylvia's eyes with an expression of undisguised madness. He continued to lower his head, sucking on Sylvia's nipples, bit by bit, causing her to cry out in pain. "You're crazy, you bastard! Let me go." "Call me Liam… hurry up." Liam whispered into Sylvia's ear, hot breath blowing in Sylvia's ear. "No…" "I said you call me Liam..." "You're crazy. I'm not Ariel, your girlfriend, let go of me! You're getting the wrong person." Sylvia struggled frantically under Liam.

Lilith's breathing became uneven. Tears flooded her eyes so quickly that her vision blurred. "No!" She screamed. "No! You're lying, you always lie! Oliver isn't dead, he can't be, he can't..." Her knees suddenly gave way. She collapsed onto the cold stone floor with a cry that echoed through the dungeon. She covered her face with both hands as uncontrollable sobs tore through her body. "No..." "No..." "Oliver..." Her voice dissolved into broken cries. "My Alpha..." "Our baby..."

Sex was a peculiar activity in Sylvia’s opinion. “You like it?” Xavier looked up. Sylvia moaned writhing in his embrace. She did not trust her voice to form words. She nodded pushing gently against Xavier’s mouth for more. The alpha chuckled but indulged her. A soft knock on the bedroom door interrupted Sylvia’s climax. She fell back on the bed frustrated and breathless. “Sylvia?,” Liam called softly. He knocked again. It was more urgent. Worry bled in his tone. Sylvia slowly registered it through his hazy mind. “Olivia is sick. Please, can you come help? Lilly isn’t around. I think Olivia is in heat or something but I’ve never seen anything like it. I already sent someone for Rose.”

Sylvie’s breath hitched— Her body reacted— Instinct. Fear. Something deeper— Something breaking loose— And then— Something snapped. Not outside. Inside. A surge. Violent. Blinding. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t fear. It was power. Raw. Uncontrolled. Her breath caught. “…What—” The rogue was already on her— Too close— Too fast— Sylvie lifted her hand— Not thinking. Not planning. Just reacting— And then— It erupted. A burst of silver flame exploded outward.

and… I know which one it is. Loki started having visions when Genevieve was pregnant. He could see what supernatural creature they’d be. Lincoln is going to be a werewolf, Marie and Avery were both supposed to be fairies, but after Avery’s fall that should’ve killed her… the vampire gene came alive and saved her, Jameson is a fairy, Russel is a werewolf, and Selah… Selah is exceptional. I don’t know how; I can never explain it. But somehow… she’s all three.

he whispered and I gasped when the door flips open, revealing the light coming from outside. I saw Sylvia in raging fire while her hands formed a circular motion, revealing a reddish halo that seemed like a portal to another dimension. Her eyes blazed with an unholy light, and her voice, once sweet and comforting, now echoed with a dark, menacing tone that sent shivers down my spine. "Get off of my daughter!" she repeated, her voice reverberating through the walls of the cabin. Lycan Steven, as powerful and strong as he was, struggled beneath her supernatural force, his growls and snarls fading into whimpers of defeat.

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."