Novel & Cerita Almighty Thor

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.

It was impossible to survive the god of death, almost as impossible as an ant slaying an elephant. The man couldn't help but face it. But before Jody Gardner could defend himself, with a swift movement William Mackenzie, the strongest god of war, grabbed Jody Gardner by the neck and dragged him mercilessly with one hand. He carried him away from the area to give him more freedom to beat him up. Keannu Wellington was of course wide-eyed in shock and his hands were already shaking at the scene in front of him but he couldn't do anything about it because he didn't want to take any more blame.

I smile at the exchange. My eyes move to his father, who scans me with a gaze full of judgment and uncertainty. I automatically feel self-conscious. Does he already know I’m the weak link? Did Martin tell him? Or someone else in the pack? Can he just sense it? Lena saves me by stepping in front of his stare and smiling. “Alpha Thoran,” she says, hugging him. Surprisingly, he hugs her back, the smallest hint of a smile appearing. “How are you, dear? How is the new pack treating you?” he asks, for a moment deflecting his eyes from me.

I have every reason to be pissed right now. Sometimes I think the only reason my parents are still together is the magnitude of power they both hold. My mother's divine gift washes over Thor, Hilda, and my father. Her power immediately overtakes Hilda's emotions, and while it struggles with Thor and my father, who are at higher power levels, it eventually calms them. The only sounds of thunder are coming from my anger; while the noise can still be heard, it is quieter than it was before, and the celling no longer looks like it is going to cave in. My mother pushes more forcefully at me with her power, but I can still keep up my impenetrable shield. Sorry Ma, but I am of your blood; your divi

Standing in the covered building over the gate stood a hooded person with arcs of lightning flashing back and forth between their upraised palms. The one who’d slain Alpha Octavia. The one who’d taken her from me. Screaming wordlessly, I tore out of Tristan's clutches. Snatching up a fallen shield, I hurried, bringing out my magic. My shield blazed like a silver sun as the offspring of Thor lifted their hands. Dropping to one knee, I lifted my shield. A crack of thunder shook the air when the lightning impacted my shield, as though Thor himself had walked out of the sky and into combat.

Then, the ambient temperature in the massive room seemed to drop below freezing. A sudden, suffocating silence fell directly around me, as if the classical music and aristocratic chatter had been instantly muffled by a heavy blanket. I turned ever so slightly, trying to balance my heavy tray, and that was when I felt it. The air directly behind my back solidified with pure tension. I turned around. Excruciatingly. Slowly. And there he was. Alpha Storm Thor. He was even more terrifyingly beautiful than I remembered from my past life. He stood like a conquering demigod, his short black hair perfectly neat and his jawline sharp enough to cut glass.

He beckoned with his other hand and said, “Don’t whine about getting bullied later, Ms. Thea. Go ahead, make your move!” The Thunder King was confident. He controlled electricity. He was a psychic that used lightning as his power. Lightning is an incredible power, in and of itself. It was a very force of nature. Human strength could not compare to its might. No matter how strong martial artists were, they would be akin to ants in the face of the forces of nature. Thea looked at the Thunder King, and the Malevolent Sword glowed brighter, with streaks of black light bursting out from it. Thea’s body flickered and appeared 50 meters into the air. Then, she swung the Malevolent Sword.

He’s also as old as my father but appears younger because he’s healthy and still actually works out with his soldiers. The most exclusive and close-knit is Nathan's family. If need be, they will fight for him while having their eyes covered. He was one of those who assisted us in calming the royals when Mother passed away. He’d never bow down to a woman. Like his son. “Yes, Young Lady, To what do we owe this pleasure?” Thorn waggles his brows at me. Although both his parents are British, he is American born and bred, and therefore, he speaks without an accent most of the time.

Her pendant glowed. Mother’s Lux—soft, warm, and protective—bloomed over her chest. A barrier formed—thin, shimmering but strong. The moment Morthos’s hand touched it—a burst of silver light blasted outward. Morthos recoiled violently, stumbling back. A crack tore across his mask. A long one down to the center. He hissed. “You carry her light…” The priest’s voice trembled for the first time. “The First Empress’s heir!” Ariadne lifted her staff. Ianthe raised her hand. Kael stepped forward. Eryx bared his blade.

"Don't you see, your powers are too strong to be there in the world? We can't let you leave this island, Bash. It's not only for your own good but for everyone else too." "But I'm a superhero," Bash argues. "And you're a bully!" Bash sticks out his chest, proudly standing his ground. I can see the alpha energy surging from him. "STOP LYING and leave me and my mama alone, NOW!" he roars, using his alpha voice for the first time.