Almighty Thor Novels & Stories

"All right. I'm not insane. I'm not. The bathroom door opened. Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam. With his dark hair moist and clinging to his sharp jawline, Thor emerged. Droplets of water ran down his chest and vanished into the low-slung towel that encircled his hips. He was incredibly attractive, with scarred skin, tough muscles, and an annoyingly flawless face. I lost how to breathe. His golden eyes flickered with astonishment as he stopped abruptly upon seeing me. Then there were his wild wild wild wild wild wild wild wild wild wild glanced objects on the scattered items on the scattered items on the scattered items on the floor, the floor, up on t

Seeing this, the first Paladin of the Holy Court was also stunned. He didn't expect that there was such a horrible helper in Yang Xiao at this moment. He had always known the strength of the God of War of Thor, but he didn't expect that what he knew was not the real trump card of the God of War of Thor. When the latter revealed his real trump card, even he couldn't take it down in an instant. This was too tricky!

Thor Before we captured the girls, my beta, Conan, and my twin sister, Reina, gathered over fifty rogues, giving them instructions on what to do. "Alpha Thor doesn't want any bloodshed unless it is necessary. Calm your fucking nerves," said Reina as she ran a hand over her bald head and handed them guns. I stared at her in admiration. Reina was five months pregnant, a miracle after nine miscarriages since the birth of her first child. She was strong as a hulk and could command an army of rogue werewolves, controlling men, including me.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

"Don't be dumb! Ms. Summers is an orphan. Mr. Grayson is way out of her league! The Graysons run the biggest mafia organization in the country, and every marriage must of course only be political!" "Samara Horton comes from a family of financial tycoons from Waltz Street. If she marries into the Grayson family, the company will be brought to a whole new level altogether!" I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest. I did my best to lift my head high and pretend that these gossips didn't get to me. Still, I couldn't stop the tears from gathering in my eyes. Although I'd never been formally introduced as Vernon's girlfriend, I still naively used to think that I was his one and only.

Throes of Love “You know Peter will try and make you regret everything you said to him tonight,” Alfonso said to Chanel as he ran his fingers through her hair. He suddenly thought back to the inaudible threat Peter was sending his way. The war was inevitable. If he didn’t up and marry Tatiana, it wasn’t going to go down nicely with the two families.

I wasn’t sure anything could make Atlas unattractive. Any words I wanted to say halted in my throat. He looked like a damn High Lord, towering over Tamara and glaring down at her as though she were a piece of filth on his shoe. His ears, those pointed Fae ears seemed to tie everything together. I might’ve been chosen for this power, but Atlas—he was born to it. He was born to be Fae. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, and I noted how the fabric of that tunic stretched over his chorded muscles. It seemed to showcase every beautiful ripple and dip on his body, every bit of the Alpha male and High Lord, though he didn’t have a High Lords powers.