Teenage Loki Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hakun... Nama... Tata. You must love the Lion King a lot." She'd removed the lollipop from her mouth only long enough to say, "I would love the Lioness Queen even better." Then, I'd thought that was a really cool thing to say. She'd been cool too, and fierce, and funny, and my bestfriend. She'd protected me from the bullies at school whenever they came at me for being latent. Over the years though, our roles changed.

I begged, my voice cracking with desperation, but they kept dragging me away—from the very moment that could change my life forever. “Please… let me go, let—” The words died in my throat. The doors to the pack house creaked open, and everyone turned toward them. My heart thundered against my ribs and my breathing restless from struggling as my gaze locked onto the figure standing under the moonlight. Torian Valon. The future Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. And then his eyes found mine. A chill rushed down my spine as his words. “Mate.”

’ The little boy wriggled out of her grasp and rushed over to his Father, patting his cheek he leaned close and whispered, ‘It’s okay Papa, Mama saved us from the bad guys.’ He was planting kisses on his face when Loki groaned again and opened his eyes, gently he smiled at his Son, ‘Jon-Luc, are you okay?’ The little boy beamed at his Father and threw his arms around his neck hugging him tightly. Loki closed his eyes and using his Alpha strength he broke the chains holding him and stood up with the boy in his arms, ‘Melody?’ She lifted her head and whispered, ‘I’m so sorry.’

This time next month I’d be mated. It was hard to believe, but that’s how it was for us lycanthrope. It both comforted me, knowing that somewhere out there belonged my perfect match, and–naturally–placed the fear of God into me since I was still in university and it was basically the equivalent of marriage. Shit, I was only 21 years old. I barely had time to play the field and “destiny” was going to place some random chick with me forever? It was supposed to be fated by the wolf gods, but what if she was ugly or mean? Or both?! What if I didn’t like her?

Bo would be agitated for most of the ride, and it would be easy to blame the beast for any accident Tova may encounter while mounted. Loki chuckled, knowing that he had gotten to me. “Drink this, or I will force it down your throat,” he said, thrusting the cup into my hand. I took it. “What is it?” “Something to make you sleep. It won’t kill you. We need your death to occur after Tova’s otherwise the timeline won’t line up and people will ask too many questions.” His eyes narrowed. “Drink.” I put the cup to my lips and gagged. It tasted foul, but I swallowed until it was gone before handing the cup back. Loki took it and stood. I pretended greater weakness than I felt and fell back,

**LIA** After my refreshing shower, I opted for a comfortable travel outfit. I donned a pair of grey cargo pants and a black crop hoodie, ideal for the impending flight. I secured my hair into a ponytail, with plans to release it later. Tying it up initially saved me from the trouble of constantly managing it. As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but notice the mild disarray. Even though room service would eventually tidy it up, my compulsive nature got the best of me. I embarked on an impromptu room-cleaning session after I packed my travel bag and placed it beside Drex's. My curiosity about Drex's whereabouts nagged at me. It was unusual for him to be away for so long, and even tho

I was grateful that he had rescued me but wasn't he suppose to let me go? He walked ahead of me, not saying a word. I felt like I was in a dream, and I was scared of what would happen next. Finally, he stopped in front of a door and gestured for me to enter. I slowly opened the door, feeling my heart racing more and more. Inside the room, there were portraits of him and I realized it was his room. He gestured for me to sit on the bed, and then he began to introduce himself. "My name is Jacob and I am the alpha of the Bluefire pack," he said. "I am the only son of my father, and I need a mate. I have been searching for someone for a long time, and I think you may be the one."

Ash turns cautiously. Five people emerge calmly from the tall grass. At the very front, a red-haired young man walks toward us while casually spinning a small flame in his palm. His sharp eyes lock onto our team. “Well, look who’s crawling around on the ground like worms,” the young man says mockingly. Damian grits his teeth. “Loki. Why does it have to be you, asshole?” The young man, Loki, laughs sarcastically. He snaps his fingers, and a wall of fire rises around us, making the prehistoric birds hesitate to attack again.

Loki opened the container and a black scorpion crawled out and climbed on her stomach . "what... what.. what the hell get it off !! " she scream out tryin push it off . " luvo bacaxzw "Loki whispered and the scorpion climbed up to her face . "arghhhh get off me! " she scream out loud . the scorpion climbed her face and it slid into her mouth down into her throat . "the scorpion is gonna kill the child inside her , just matter of time " Loki said and I smile , one thing he doesn't know is I have my own plans .

Said Dejon stepped forward. “Witch leave, not safe.” Said the girl. Then the girl looked at Sekora who was still in Dejon’s arms. The girl walked up and stared at Sekora with wide eyes. She reached up and touched Sekora’s face and smiled showing her sharp teeth. “Safe… savior.” Said the girl, then she disappeared. “Was that one of the kids from the legend?” Dejon asked her as she continued walking. Luese’s search was a lot easier, since he knew the place in and out from staying here the short time he did. Luese went to the dungeon, where he saw Kariya strapping the girl, who was wearing Sekora’s necklace to a gurney.