Variants Loki Novels & Stories

His hand brushed hers, lightning jumping from his skin to hers, dancing for a second before settling down. They were truly one now. Loki padded up in his dark wolf form, shifting seamlessly, dropping into a crouch below Ravens balcony. He looked up and greeted them. “Alpha. Beta,” he greeted Ragnar with a half-grin, earning a raised brow from Ragnar. “Beta?” Ragnar echoed. Loki shrugged, amusement in his sharp eyes. “That’s what they’re calling you. Alpha Consort or Beta Storm. Take your pick.” Ragnar shot a glance at Raven, who smirked, the flicker of a smile easing the constant tension in her chest.

He growled loudly as he stayed beside her, he was on edge knowing that a witch was on our lands and after our mate. Loki leaves the walls down in my head allowing me to be able to hear and see everything as he mind links Lux’s wolf, Kodi: What’s going on? She’s here. I don’t know why they’re so obsessed with Lux getting the title and why they now want Genevieve. But they won’t get either of us, not this time.

Then Loki walked outside and went to the comfort room, looked at herself in the mirror where she wasn’t satisfied had a short purpled hair, and wore black varsity jacket. Then Loki ended up retouched her face with her make-up kit to looked refresh and looked good on front of Jen. Loki went back to Karate studio again while wore a light makeup and flower scent of cologne. As she went back to the studio, she breathe heavily and slide the door. "The result of the exam, Jen and Alice are passed" Loki looked at both of them shaking their hands in gratitude.

I snarled, fur bristling, legs wide and low in defense. “Don’t,” I said coldly. “Take one more step, and I swear I’ll rip your head off.” I knew he could hear me. Vampires were known for that. Loki laughed — not loudly, but soft and amused, like we were children playing a game. “Oh, Alpha King,” he purred, “you should know better than to make promises you can’t keep.”

She turned on him. "Heyli, I know you're in there," Loki said. "I want you to listen to me. I trust that you can control that beast and I want you to do it." Whack! This sent Loki flying past trees till he hit his back on a rock. There was a team camping them and before he shut his eyes, he saw the color. Gray. "You all, run!"

I muttered with my eyes fixed on his chest. "I lied Dakota, everything about me is a lie...even my past," he lowered his voice and I could hear him take a deep breath. "You see Dakota I was part of an underground organisation called Nine I was brought up there and I thought I was abandoned there by my parents all these while but it was not true. I was snatched away from my parents and turned into a murderous monster."

Loki's P.O.V. The skyline of Chicago loomed in the distance, its jagged edges punctuated by the faint glow of the setting sun. Loki sat in the back seat of his sleek black car, gazing out at the city with a mix of disdain and anticipation. Chicago was a place of power plays, betrayals, and whispered schemes a playground for someone like him. Donavan and Aibek were handling their respective tasks, ensuring the smooth flow of weapons and drugs through the veins of the underworld. Those commodities had always been in demand, but demand brought jealousy, and jealousy often festered into defiance. Fin was the latest example.

that's a lie, Louie's favorite color is actually black. " Deny it all Miss Jules, but I picked up my suspicion from the very first day you guys stepped into the house. Hunter is never strict with visitors and he seems to display some sort of dislike towards you. Whenever you're asked about Louisa's father you avoid it and I believe you and Hunter have known each other previously because of his insistence on your name being Iris, but he also claims ignorant about everything" I kept quiet just to let him finish his speech on analysis. Is there a use to still lying about it?

“He’s pushing us to make a choice. But why give us one at all if Victoria is his pawn? Is she just a decoy and he really wants Scarlett?” She frowns. “I don’t know. But he doesn’t seem like the kind of deity who’d be doing anything from the kindness of his heart.” I don’t answer. Because we both know the game now. Loki wants something more than chaos. He’s engineering this. Shaping it like a smith would shape metal. And we’re already on the forge. I take the silver eye, wrap it in obsidian cloth, and tuck it into the deepest warded drawer I have.