Sylvie Loki Novels & Stories

An unscheduled and unfortunately brief visit from Alex and his wife Mollie to vet Lloyd and talk over the situation with Sylvie had resulted in her deciding to take the job, a decision which, twelve months down the line, she regularly paused to congratulate herself on making, or at least she had done until now. Her work was varied and fascinating, and barely left her with any time to draw breath, never mind any personal relationships with members of the opposite sex, but that didn’t worry Sylvie. So far, what she had learned from her experiences with men was that she was a particularly poor judge of the breed. First there had been her revoltingly humiliating teenage crush on Ran and his reje

“They are the unified leader of all the covens that exist. Just that you are the Lycan King, they are the Witches’ sage. They are very powerful and have the ability to manipulate a lot of things. I have never had to deal with them but it would be a migraine if those people turned out to be working with Jerry, or if their aim is to bring me down.” “I won’t allow that,” Maverick immediately assured her. “Yes, Aurora. We are a pack now, we aren’t going to let something like that happen to you,” Floyd chimed up and Sadie nodded. “I know, but thanks anyway.” She replied with a strained smile. “But my stepfather is a bluffer. Those people might not get their back.” “Let’s hope that they really don

she said, narrowing her eyes. Liam rolls his eyes. “She is harmless, you guys are speaking at nothing,” said Daniel. “Harmless? What harmless? Have you seen her last night? Her hair was all silver, her eyes were all silver, and her skin was diamond. Have you ever seen this before? We can say that it is natural but ask any of the gods if they created her?” said Mila. “Mila, I know she is different, I know she has links with the darkest side of humans but she has nothing to do with all this. She is harmless guys,” said Daniel, annoyed.

rather of saying a word she just goggled at us and so Eve was the first one to speak to her. It was only when she spoke that I realised she was crying, wiping her cheeks she knelt down in front of Viola. " Hey Viola. I am your auntie, my name is Eve." As she spoke she held her hand out and after a moment, Viola shook her hand gently before she spoke for the first time. " I am Viola." Her response made Eve laugh while the rest of us just cracked a smile. " I know queen." Once Eve had introduced herself she turned slightly and refocused at Jason andI.

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.

A slave would still be a slave, especially she was a werewolf mixed with a witch. "I can't continue all of this," Lora said while shedding tears. "I wanted to choose you, so I didn't choose anyone before," Harvey explained. "Don't, don't choose me, your mate is another woman," Lora refused. But her body language couldn't resist Harvey's embrace. Her cheeks felt warm, her young soul was stirred up, it was time to love, she couldn't lie to her feelings. "I don't need another woman, I need you," Harvey insisted.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

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.

"You won't get there for 8 more hours." Rose smiled, and dreamed Of a strange woman, with violet eyes, dark skin like cinnamon, a small chest whose nipples were brown like syrup, and fangs. She dreamed of kissing this siren - a vampire? A lamia? An Aswang Queen. The dream girl wore a silver starlet crystal crown, delicate as fine bone China. And the mountains burned beneath her, a poison garden of baby bones. "I am what you seek, Rose Smith," the treacherous dream girl said.