Loki Laufey の小説・ストーリー

Who the fuck is this bastard. ‘Who is this jackass Duron?’ I link him and hope he has a clear enough head to respond as he can see the damage he is causing. ‘Fenrir son of Loki the god of mischief.’ Duron links back, growling. Great this asshole comes from the gods. Cyrus

I was about to snap but based on what I could see through the dim light, he seemed handsome. My friends were also dancing with a few guys so I continued dancing until I turned around facing him. He looked into my eyes removing a strand of my hair that was in my face. I was wearing a 16 inches black pixie curls wig installed by Chidera. I knew I looked good. "What's your name?" His deep voice rang through my ear making me shiver. "Christiana, you? "I answered loudly as they started playing Mafa Mafa by DMW, the whole club went crazy.

“Isn’t it too early?” Lizzy shook her head as she went to work creating a test to see if Chloe carried Tristan’s child. “I probably shouldn’t say this because it’s dangerous for you to bear a child, but, I’m hoping that your half human factor is enough to offset the Lyronia side of you because I’d really love a dragon in the family.”

* He thought angrily as he gritted his teeth. “Let’s go.” Jeric called as he led his troop out of Pledis High. “Do you not know who you just punched, Kevin?! It is LANCE KIM! SOUTH KOREA’S HOTTEST GUY!!!!” Helga hollered as she walked back and forth in front of Kevin. Kevin sighed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t freaking care. He’s an arrogant guy.” He said. Helga sighed hard. “Okay. So what do we do now that you have made Lance Kim mad, huh?” She asked Kevin.

Then Daran, how old is he? "Loko is a werewolf of the omega. He is good at cooking, washing clothes, and caring for the house. The clothes you wear are also made by him." I immediately looked down at the dress I was wearing. I was amazed. "Loko is indeed a man. However, he is nimble and perfect at carrying out every household chore. What I like the most about him is that he doesn't talk much. He didn't complain much, either. Loko always works in a very efficient way."

I could feel how happy she was in this moment. Suddenly I hear a crashing sound and I feel our body stiffen... what just happened? I hear Kodi groan, and I can hear her as she links his wolf and snaps, "Loki!" I can almost hear him chuckle in response and then bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I ask, “Kodi, what the hell is going on?” She huffs, “He has super strength and just realized that with a slight push of his paw, he can knock down trees.”

Startled by the voice, I jolted forward and looked back only to see this lean-built guy with pale skin and dark red eyes standing behind me with a huge grin on his face. He had his black hair styled in a mohawk and wore a handless black jacket to match, making him look like your stereotypical biker gang member or something. But something was off about him. This guy's a... "Nimue, meet Loki. My vampire associate and contact in the southern district." Jin pointed at the man, his face expressionless as he let out a sigh.

As the dark wolves closed in to drag him away, Loki became more resistant, and he unleashed a deafening howl, his voice echoing through the room like a wounded beast. "The time has come for me to disclose this truth that has troubled me for quite some time." Loki's voice boomed, carrying far above the silent crowd. "Aria, the descendant of Orion, is not born in the pure lineage of the wolves; she is a half-breed—sired by a human and a wolf."

Idiot. Uriel’s head sprung up excitedly. “Oh, hi!” Standing up, she brushed her short dress off, the green stains still discernible. “I’m Uriel, what’s your name?” Loki took out his hand for her to shake. She shook it playfully. “I’m Loki, Prince of Hell,” he tugged on his suit jacket, giving a smile. “That’s right! You were standing up there with your family. Sorry, I got so excited I must have forgotten! You were very handsome up there.” Loki puffed out his chest.

My breaths shallowed, and the part of my soul that had spent decades in the Punishment Pits wondered if Griff would have been so forgiving and amorous if I had looked exactly like my old self. Beki’s sharp bark sliced through that traitorous thought. Griff wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. “It’s perfect.” The Norse god of Mischief grinned. “Then it’s time to go.” Eagon and Umber walked up to Loki. “Sorry Your Majesty, but we’re going to be a bit rough.” Loki pushed out his ample chest and grinned. “Don’t worry about little old me. I can take a bit of rough handling.”