Loki Laufey の小説・ストーリー

Faye stammered trying to search for the right words to say. “Cat cut your tongue?!.” Alora asked. Zemia smirked and pulled her close when he saw Faye's eyes darkened. “You have an Alpha aura!. What are you, a Lycan ?!.” Zemias brother said. “I am Alora and for what I am I would rather keep that to myself!.” Alora replied and leaned on Zemia. “Well I am Loki!.” He said. “Nice to meet you!.” Alora replied. The rest of them kept calm studying Alora.

I couldn't be mistaken. "Beta Loki, is that you?" I wanted to confirm, because this is the first time I have seen all the warriors in their wolf form up close and Loki too. "Yes Nelika it's me, I thought you wouldn't recognize me. Thanks to the Moon Goddess now we have you shifted in your wolf form. Your father will be very proud of you, you're a descendant of the ancient white wolves Nelika. The rare wolf who can lead the Cold Mountain pack of the North."

he said, brushing a displaced strand of hair out of my eyes. I looked into his blue eyes once again. They were so cold and piercing and the little thought that had been toying at my consciousness since I first looked at them came spinning back. "Say it," he added, his voice commanding and sharp. He matched the description perfectly. "Alpha Leonardo Loren." His lips curled into a smile, confirming what I had hoped wouldn't be true. "That's right," he confirmed. "Alpha Leonardo Loren of the Stella pack."

He was just about to say something, but Javier obviously did not need a reply. Hence, Javier struck Loki’s lower body with his knee. Loki ended up sprawling on the ground as well, thoroughly losing consciousness, in fact. He felt as though someone had punched him in the head, knocking him out completely. However, this was far from over for Loki. Loki’s self-defense mechanism kicked in automatically due to the immense pain caused by that knee strike, which led him to lose consciousness directly. In truth, Loki was very likely going to feel even more pain when he came around because he was never going to be able to call himself a man again.

All my life I have been treated like dirt, but Loki is carefree and looks at me differently. I smile as we reach the stream, watching as Loki finds a deeper part, using it to wash the dirt from his body. My heart races and I begin to see him even more differently. He is tall and very muscular. His hair is black, but his eyes are green. Something inside me is burning as I watch him rub the water all over his body…. I have never felt this way before.

I turned just in time to see a tree coming towards me causing me to swerve out of the way, trip and roll. ‘FUCK!’ Havoc growled. ‘Get your ass up before he catches us’ I hopped up and kept running and a few minutes later I could see something huge, black and furry coming towards me. Leon. He stopped as I was running towards him and suddenly started to shake out his soaking wet fur. “Thought I’d go for a little swim while I wait on you slowpokes!” he laughed through our link. “You absolute jackass! Stop taunting and just beat us, save what little pride we still have.” Liam snapped annoyed back through the link.

" And what about his opponent? Damn, how can he be so calm? I can feel goosebumps till here!' The other girl sighs. A smirk lingered in her eyes. " Because he knows he is the undefeatable." " What do you mean?" " That's the king of Lycan's. The untouchable." " Zander King!" The other women gasp in shock and Seph's heart drops. Was her brother crazy? Did he have a death wish? Staring at the silhouette in black, Seph pushes herself back to shake her head in a no. He can't fight him....he is world-famous, known to kill his enemy with the mere blink of his eyes. The Lycan king was no man to mess with.

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”