Loki Tattoo

STARBORN RENEGADES: ANTHEM OF THE FLAWED WHEN COSMIC CHAINS BIND THE FLAWED, WE SHATTER FATE WITH OUR IMPERFECTIONS. In the star-strewn void, Gene Accords dictate existence: the genetically "perfect" rule, while the Flawed face exile, execution, or recycling as living fuel. Under the banner of "Order," the Doctrine Conclave enforces this divine purge. HAYATE: THE COURIER OF CURSED STARLIGHT A rogue deliveryman navigating galactic fringes, Hayate carries two legacies: A rusted wrench inherited from his grandfather. The Stardust Eye embedded in his right socket—a curse granting fragmented precognition at the cost of erasing his most cherished memories. His latest job? Transporting the Conclave’s most wanted contraband: Rin, a living weapon. RIN: THE CRYSTAL BLADE OF CHAOS Her left arm pulses with Quantum Corruption, a crystalline force that severs Gene Accords. Each slash devours her existence, atomizing her soul to stardust. Labeled "Project CRY-VΩ7", she’s a relic the Conclave has hunted for millennia. Now, Hayate becomes her final courier—and unwitting shield. THE HUNT BEGINS When Conclave warships descend, the duo flees to the Liar’s Ocean, a cursed expanse drowning in forbidden history. But after Hayate touches a derelict Gene Forge, his Stardust Eye ignites, revealing a harrowing vision: —HE WILL BECOME THE CONCLAVE’S ULTIMATE EXECUTIONER, ANNIHILATING THE FLAWED. Meanwhile, Rin uncovers her origin in the wreckage of an ancient ark. A shattered datachain reveals her wrist tattoo’s truth: CRY-VΩ7 isn’t a serial number—it’s a weapons protocol. She’s not human. She’s a program. FATE OR REBELLION? Hayate’s choice: Submit to the genetic chains foretold by his cursed eye—or break reality to forge a new path. Rin’s truth: Is she a blight to erase, or the key to shattering the Accords?

Brave individuals who travel beyond safe beaches have been plagued by terrible stories of sirens with deadly beauty and tunes that steal brains for as long as ships have flown. Presuming the life of young Captain Seraphine's father, a seasoned sailor washed ashore with unusual, magical tattoos scorched into his skin, these terrible tales For Seraphine, these tales have little significance; however, when she finds her father's abandoned ship floating on the sea, she understands there is only one path forward—to learn what happened and honor his name. But no one dares to join her on her journey because they believe curses follow women near water. Equipped with her father's blueprints and an iron will, Seraphine sails alone across the Seven Seas to meet the relentless storms, ghostly whispers, and forbidden waters. But one beautiful night her net catches an injured merman fighting the iron threads instead of fish. Uncertain but fascinated, Seraphine lets him aboard without knowing that this unusual creature bears the keys to the darkness she is searching for. Between loyalty to his community and developing love for Seraphine, Rowan, the merman, finds himself divided. They negotiate a dangerous half-truth territory where the sea and heavens entwine in a maze of secrets together. With every wave, Seraphine is approaching the truth even at a cost. Old powers seeking to claim both of them draw their attention as they walk farther. The Merman's Lure offers a horrible tale of love, dishonesty, and the thin line separating mankind from mythology, therefore it forces Seraphine to choose whether the answers she searches are worth the darkness they unleash.

Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about. Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers. Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades. Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan. She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should.

For centuries,the kingdom of Joseon has hunted down sorcerers and shift shapers branding them as demon and erasing them from history.Moon Sihyun,the last known surviving demon sorcerer,has spent his life in hiding,concealing the dark tattoos that mark him as a threat.But when he and his twin brother are captured,he's thrown into the heart of the palace,straight into the hands of Jin Muwon,the crown prince cursed to die before his 30th birthday. The only cure?The young blood of a demon sorcerer.Bound by an ancient ritual,Sihyun is force into a dangerous ritual,one that demands he stay close to the very man whose family slaughtered his kind.Muwon drains Sihyun's magic,inching closer to survival.But the longer they're together,the more their fates tangle in ways neither of them expect. Yet Sihyun has a plan.He doesn't intend to simply be used and discarded.He plans to burn the kingdom to the ground,and when another demon sorcerer,Ryu Vanyul, appears in the shadows whispering of revenge,the choice becomes clear,Sihyun must choose:revenge or love? Will he break the curse or destroy the man bound to it? #BL #HistoricalFantasy #EnemiesToLovers #CursedPrince #DarkRomance #SlowBurn #ForbiddenMagic #SorceryAndRevenge #FatedLove #KoreanMythology

"They called me trash... but they forgot what trash becomes when it burns." Karlous Delimare Kaiser Phoenix — the disgrace of the Phoenix noble bloodline. Mocked by siblings, ignored by his magical prodigy mother, and labeled unworthy by the very blood that runs through his veins. In a world where strength is everything, he was destined to be forgotten… until the universe made a mistake. Waking up in a body that is not quite his own, Karlous finds himself in a realm of luxury, pain, and mystery. His memories shattered, his soul cursed, and his future uncertain — yet something ancient stirs within him. A pendant glowing with divine energy. Shadows that fear his chants. Tattoos that pulse with void lightning and purple flames. But this world is not kind to the different. As Karlous begins to awaken powers long lost to legend — the Void Arts, Divine Flame, and Mastery — he must battle not only monsters and traitors, but his own family, teachers, and fate itself. Thrown into magical duels, political schemes, and a rising storm of chaos, Karlous will rise not as a chosen one... But as the one they never saw coming. The Outcast. The Void. The Phoenix.

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him. One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence. That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker. Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death. But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that. Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there. But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money. Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way. Because, well—there was an afterlife. And it was absolutely not what I wished for. ——— ——— ——— Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

BURN ME ALIVE IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE THIS BOOK...AFTER READING THAT IS Regressing back in time after sacrificing his life for someone undeserving someone who didn’t even shed a tear after his death just total blank. The person he begged for love rejected him every single time. Now, he returns to when he was 18 again. Looking at her face, he wants to try again, to fall in love with her once more, to want to... but no, he no longer wants to feel that pain again. Some feelings never change, but you have to leave them behind, right? And one life should be enough to try. He made a commitment to never love her again. This life is his chance to live for himself. But who knew he wasn’t the only one regressed? The ultimate black heart curse is broken... and time reverses. Avey: “Lucy, can we.” Tears in her eyes. Lucy: Looking blankly at him. Avey: “Can’t you at least give me one chance?” Lucian: Silently looking at her. what about other people who hurt him too: mother, sister, friend and ofc her Will he give up on love for his own peace, or will he be too afraid to feel that pain again? --- Additional Tags: Regression, Time Travel, Yandere, CEO Girl, Mafia, Family Conflicts, Mother’s Failure, Revenge, Heartbreak, Sacrifices, Unworthy Love, Beautiful Love Story, Strong Characters, Loki ---

** The Saga of Souls ** In the depths of pain and weakness, lives **Ethan**, a boy who faces bullying and humiliation every day. Despite it all, he returns home with a fake smile to comfort his sick mother, helping her with dinner and cleaning the house with kindness. But one dark night, while releasing his heartache with screams in the forest, he falls into a deep pit. There, he discovers a mysterious chess piece, which merges with his arm, causing excruciating pain, leaving behind a glowing bull tattoo. With every step he takes, Ethan realizes that this power is not just a gift, but a test. Will he use it to seek revenge on a world that wronged him, or to discover his true self? --- A tale full of mystery, power, and incredible transformations. **"The Saga of Souls"...** When pain turns into power, destiny is reshaped. But little by little, he learns that he is not the only one who is different............... soon

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

“Inked Shadows” is a gripping dark romance that delves into the intertwined lives of a haunted tattoo artist and a woman seeking solace through art. The tattoo artist, a former soldier grappling with the echoes of his traumatic past, finds his world turned upside down when he meets a mysterious woman who walks into his shop desperate to cover up the scars of her own heartbreak. As they share their stories through ink, their connection deepens into a passionate love that transcends their painful histories. However, as secrets emerge and shadows from the tattoo artist’s military past resurface, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. With external forces threatening to tear them apart, they must confront their demons and decide whether love can heal their wounds or if the darkness will consume them both. “Inked Hearts” is a journey of healing, trust, and the transformative power of love that challenges the boundaries of pain and vulnerability.

When up-and-coming rock band decides to get matching tattoos before a gig, they choose a design inspired by a set of strange, symmetrical symbols one of them saw on their guitarist’s arms—markings that he could not explain and was desperately trying to hide. Then when one of the band members shares a photo of their new tats online, to celebrate their bond The image spreads further than expected, catching the attention of a shadowy figure who has been scouring the globe for anyone bearing those exact markings. Because if the symbols are real—not just copies—then one of them is special. As the band members begin suffering violent, unexplainable accidents one by one, paranoia sets in. Someone is hunting them. Someone who believes that one of them, because of the markings, possesses impenetrable skin—a gift worth killing for. Now, the band must uncover the truth behind the symbols, their drummer’s mysterious past, and the deadly secret they never meant to share with the world. Friendship forged in music. Markings bound by fate.
And a predator who won't stop until he bleeds the truth from them.

.............WSA 25 entry............. Stealing from mortals? Too easy. But stealing from the gods? Now that’s an art. Alister grew up on the streets, surviving through wit and theft. Under the alias Ace, he became a master thief, never caught, never seen—until one heist changed everything. Betrayed by a partner and cornered by a god’s champion, Alister should have died. Instead, he stole something no human unchosen by the gods should have, a shard of power, specifically, the shard of Loki. The shard granted him [Theft], a power that lets him steal anything. With this power, Alister assembles a crew of those wronged by the divine. Their target? The heavens themselves. After all, if the gods won’t share their power… he’ll just take it.

Loki woke up with no memory, stumbling out of a sealed tomb to a message of welcome by someone calling themselves Admin 0. The world around them is strange and new, yet they feels like they seems to know a lot about it, things that don't line up with that they sees. who is Loki and why are they here?

Después de haber fallado en una misión, el Sargento Tomas Garay es encerrado, enjuiciado y fusilado, solo para despertar en el cuerpo de William Kadupul un fictus noble y una nueva vida, una vida repleta de conflictos, política, magia, secretos y sobre todo un libertinaje total

"May the new Story become yours — The Last Tattoo Artist of Stories" The story tells about a girl named Calcium, a recluse with no big money in her pocket, drinking ale in a tavern and dreaming of more. But fate itself had descended upon her. She turned out to be a Tattoo Artist of Stories... and the latter, because in the world where she lives, there are only legends about such people, about people who can rewrite their entire lives with just one glance. Our glorious recluse will have to learn about her strength, become stronger, learn about her rewritten history and memory loss, and fight for her life. telegram: https://t.me/nikomela

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

I was just a normal guy who wrote a novel called I Got Reincarnated into a Magical World, and it became pretty popular. But one day, when I was writing the final chapter, someone broke into my house and killed me. When I woke up, I was confused at first, but then I realized I had been reincarnated into my own novel. And to top it off, there were four new characters that I hadn’t created. By the way, the reason I wrote this novel was to gain some experience before writing my main novel, which, if done right, will be ten times better than this one.

[ Loki, The God of Mischief, Jest, and Woe, is amused. ] [ The Goddess of Fate and Luck is annoyed. ] [ You are the cause and center of two gods fighting. ] Ethan Cross, a brilliant doctor in a futuristic Earth, was devastated when he realized that his entire life—and the life of the woman he loved—was nothing more than a source of amusement for a mischievous god. But when another god, the Goddess of Fate and Luck, intervened on his behalf, Ethan found himself at the center of a divine battle, gaining a dangerous but powerful gift. [ You’ve awakened the SSS-RANKED SKILL: Fate Breaker! ] [ You’ve awakened a system: The Supreme Fate Breaker System. ] For a fleeting moment, hope returned. Ethan was offered a chance to save Claire, the woman he couldn’t bear to lose. [ You’ve been granted God-Level Authority for three seconds. ] [ Do you wish to rewind Claire’s soul trajectory?] "Yes!" But fate had other plans. [ Bug detected. ] [ Message included with bug. ] [ “It’s from me, your favorite god—Loki, the God of Mischief.” ] [ 1-second system override has been taken by the God of Mischief. ] [ Your soul has been sent to an alternate universe. ] Now thrust into a world of magic and monsters, where gods toy with mortal lives, Ethan must adapt or perish.

In a world torn between the heavens and the earth, where celestial dragons and ancient immortals reign, Ni Tian Xing was born into poverty and suffering. After destroying his own village with his own hands, he found his way to a mysterious master who taught him the Art of the Four Pillars a power that shakes worlds. But fate grants no peace; it only takes everything away... His master was slain in cold blood, and everything he had left was stolen from him. Now, bearing the Four Pillars Tattoo on his back, he carves his path through enemies like an unstoppable storm—seeking neither mercy nor regret. Those who stand in his way… see nothing but eternal darkness. "If you stand in the way of my vengeance… don’t blame me when your blood falls with the rain."

Gin was born with a Divine Mark—but without the contract with a Pure Beast it was nothing more than an empty tattoo. Mocked and powerless, he fought to survive in a world where strength determined fate. But one fateful night, everything changed when he form a contract with the Mutant beast

In a world where power is etched into the skin, where the blood of slain monsters fuels ancient magic, a young seafarer named Alon unknowingly changes his fate when he kills what he believes to be an ordinary giant octopus—only to discover it is a baby Kraken. Branded by its ink and marked by its blood, Alon awakens a power he does not understand, a force that calls to the depths of the ocean and stirs the interest of those who rule the seas. With only his spear, wits, and tattoos carved into his skin, he embarks on an odyssey through treacherous waters, hunted by empires, feared by island tribes, and stalked by beasts of the deep who seek vengeance for the blood he has stolen. Amidst floating islands, cursed seas, and lost civilizations, Alon must uncover the truth behind his newfound power—before it consumes him. The ocean is vast, its monsters are many, and the echoes of the Kraken’s wrath are never far behind. Author's Note: I'll try publish once every day, but no commitment to that this is my 3rd try but my first 2 are stop by busy schedule.

Unfortunate souls suffered under the hands of the 'system' for years, never living long enough to see change as they were forced into playing survival games that involved all the horrors of the world. From ghosts and ghouls to human serial killers, the games had everything to break someone mentally. One day, a detective by the name of Amphi Dementyev finds himself stuck in this very hell. With his ability to look out the box and a notoriously chaotic personality, he beats all odds and establishes his place. Will this short detective free everyone from this hell, or fall like all those who tried before him? I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com, wattpad, inkett, AO3, etc.

"There's a 15-year-old boy named Edlin who finds himself lying on the ground, injured, but when he gets up, he can't remember anything except his name. He's wearing torn pants, carrying a sword and a knife, and has a strange tattoo mark on his stomach. And to top it all, someone has stabbed him from behind with a knife. One thing's for sure he's no ordinary boy." "And now, Edlin embarks on a journey to discover who he is, who stabbed him, and why. But his quest is soon interrupted by a ferocious pack of wolves. Weary and wounded, Edlin must summon all his strength to survive this deadly encounter. Will he be able to protect himself and unravel the mysteries of his past? Read on to find out..." Edlin ( The conqueror )

Destinee is a woman who lived her life through nothing but her sins and carnal desires. She never once looked back on her mistakes due to her pride, which corrupted her mind until that pride slowly turned to hubris. When Jesus returned and took all of his faithful servants to paradise, this left the nonbelievers and sinners to traverse a world with little left and diminishing signs of God's protection. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end. The sinners with sins that consumed their entire lives gained these tattoos known as Marks of the Beast and were given curses that granted them supernatural abilities, but each time these sinners used these powers, they would suffer the backlash of their sins within their minds and souls.

In the heart of medieval times, Atika, a tribal slave girl adorned with intricate tattoos marking her heritage, finds herself on the auction block once again. Known for her fierce spirit and unyielding defiance, she has been sold and returned by numerous masters, none able to tame the wildness within her. Atika's life changes when Virgil, a handsome and tall pureblood vampire, attends the auction. Cold, sadistic, and narcissistic, Virgil's reputation precedes him. Yet, he is immediately captivated by Atika's beauty and fiery spirit. Her feral nature reminds him of a wild kitten, earning her the nickname "kitten" from him. Intrigued and seeing potential in her that others have missed, Virgil places a high bid, securing Atika as his new possession. He brings her to his grand estate, a place of opulence and dark secrets. There, he plans to mold her into a perfect servant, but he is also drawn to the possibility of something more—an unusual bond that neither can yet define. Excerpt: The moonlight filtered through the high, arched windows of Lord Virgil’s estate, casting an ethereal glow over the polished marble floors. The imposing figure of Virgil, a tall and handsome pureblood vampire with raven hair and piercing red eyes, stood in the center of the grand hall. His gaze was fixed on Atika, the human slave girl who knelt before him, her tribal attire and tattoos a stark contrast to the opulence around her. Atika's spirit was unbroken despite her circumstances. She was feisty, with a sharp tongue and a sweetness that could disarm even the coldest of hearts. But Virgil was not easily swayed. His narcissistic and sadistic nature made him a master of control, and he relished the challenge she presented. “Kneel, kitten,” Virgil commanded, his voice smooth and unwavering. Atika hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashing with rebellion, but she complied, sinking to her knees before him. She hated the nickname he had given her, but there was a strange intimacy in the way he said it, a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. Virgil stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her. He reached out, lifting her chin with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Such a feral kitten,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You remind me of a wild creature, untamed and full of fire.” Atika’s breath hitched, but she refused to look away. “I am not a pet,” she said defiantly. “I am a warrior.” Virgil chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “You are whatever I say you are,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her lips. “And right now, you are mine.” His eyes flickered to the brand on her shoulder, the mark that declared her a slave. His expression darkened, the amusement vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “Who branded you with this mark?” he demanded, his voice cold and sharp. Atika’s heart pounded, fear and anger warring within her. She knew that revealing the name would bring death, but Virgil's patience was not infinite. She remained silent, her defiance a silent challenge. Virgil’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her chin. “Answer me, kitten,” he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Who dared to mark you as their property?” Tears welled in Atika’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “His name is Varek,” she said her voice barely a whisper. “He is the one who branded me.” Virgil’s expression grew darker, a deadly calm settling over him. He released her, turning away with a dangerous grace. “Varek,” he repeated, the name like poison on his lips. “He will pay for this.”

What happens when your fated mate is an entity of death? You might find that you love them through many lifetimes. Or never meet them at all. Come enjoy this story of love and war as Sirius a vampire with the blood of Loki and a beast in his veins and Saoirse his wife, a werewolf continue their journey after their death as reincarnated beings. Culminating ultimately with Ragnarok this is a tale of origins of gods and untold stories of realms not just Asgard but from the perspective of creatures of death. Should Odin really be king and is hell really a bad place? *I apologize in advance for my dark villains! trust the process!

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.

[ Loki, The God of Mischief, Jest, and Woe, is amused. ] [ The Goddess of Fate and Luck is annoyed. ] [ You are the cause and center of two gods fighting. ] Ethan Cross, a brilliant doctor in a futuristic Earth, was devastated when he realized that his entire life—and the life of the woman he loved—was nothing more than a source of amusement for a mischievous god. But when another god, the Goddess of Fate and Luck, intervened on his behalf, Ethan found himself at the center of a divine battle, gaining a dangerous but powerful gift. [ You’ve awakened the SSS-RANKED SKILL: Fate Breaker! ] [ You’ve awakened a system: The Supreme Fate Breaker System. ] For a fleeting moment, hope returned. Ethan was offered a chance to save Claire, the woman he couldn’t bear to lose. [ You’ve been granted God-Level Authority for three seconds. ] [ Do you wish to rewind Claire’s soul trajectory?] "Yes!" But fate had other plans. [ Bug detected. ] [ Message included with bug. ] [ “It’s from me, your favorite god—Loki, the God of Mischief.” ] [ 1-second system override has been taken by the God of Mischief. ] [ Your soul has been sent to an alternate universe. ] Now thrust into a world of magic and monsters, where gods toy with mortal lives, Ethan must adapt or perish.

Summoned by the sky, he was left in a forest with only a holograpic screen way too similar to the one he was reading about just a few minutes ago. But... 'I didn't even complete the book, will the regressor win or I am destined to die in 10 years' Summoned in the world of a novel that is a cycle of apocalypse and regression how will he survive.