Anime Thor Novels & Stories

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

a deep, raspy, heavy voice resonated through the darkness. I turned around at once, holding my breath. Alexander Thorne was standing less than two feet away from me. He wore only a pair of loose gray sweatpants that sat low on his hips. He was completely shirtless. The dim light from the window hit his robust chest dead-on, highlighting his rigid muscles, his absurdly broad shoulders, and his chiseled abdomen. His dark hair was slightly messy, indicating that he couldn't catch any sleep either.

I stumbled forward, clutching my side, trying to see through the chaos. Then I saw him. Anthony hart. His eyes glowed faintly, not human, not nearly. The faint gold ring burned around his pupils as he fought them in full wolf. Every move was clean, efficient, controlled. He ducked, turned, countered like a predator born to it.

​And beside the machine stood Thorne. ​He didn't look like the broken old man from the hologram. He was wearing a suit of silver-mesh armor that seemed to pulse with the energy of the Rift itself. He looked up at the gunship, and even from a hundred feet up, Leo could see the predatory smile on his face. ​"Mark!" Leo screamed. ​The Descent into the Flame

Shadows lunged from between the trees: Lycans, some in their beast form, teeth bared, snarling at the intruder on their lands. Orion's hand went up instinctively to his side to show he meant no harm before he slowly stepped forward, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Orion, Alpha of the North. I've not come to fight. I demand an audience with Alpha Aleksandr." From among the gathered Lycans, a tall woman emerged, the sinewy muscles of her arms flexing beneath her armour, golden eyes sharp as a blade. She regarded him with a look that was both condescending and disregarding.

He replies to my mind with an image of a thumbs up emoji. I launch myself on top of my maker. In an attempt to halt him. The longer I'm in his presence, the more obedient my mark grows and betrays me. I'm trying to hit, bite and even scratch him. The mark is spreading over him shielding my attacks. He continues walking with me on his back. We stop in front of Arlo and Helena trying to make their escape. Arlo steps in front of her but Thorne grabs his throat and throws him away. I pry myself from his back and step in front of Him. His eyes are red and snake like.

Behind him, Thane rose slowly too, his gaze burning. Then— The remnants of the tent’s torn flap burst wide open. And through it came figures emerging like warriors from legend—bloodied, snarling, glorious. Their eyes glinted, clothes torn, weapons slick with gore. At their center was a towering presence with copper-threaded black hair and cold gray eyes—Alpha Cochram. Beside him, a younger but scarred figure brandished a twin-headed axe—Alpha Cormac. Alpha Hijar, grim-faced and wounded, had a bow ready in his hands. Then came Alpha Billam, his white cloak splattered with red, face alight with fury.

For an Alpha King like Tobias, it makes sense that Thor would be completely black and massive. Zanthe, on the other hand, is… different. Her pure white coat and massive size are an anomaly. The contrast to Thor is striking, but before I can dwell on it, Zanthe chimes in smugly. ‘Well, that’s because I’m the Moon Goddess’s wolf. I outrank them.’ Her tone drips with a Duh! she doesn’t bother to say outright. We walk in silence for a few moments before Tobias asks, “How was school today?”

The man hated it. “A partner of mine has them under his thumb. I’m sure you’re familiar with Alpha Oliver. You have a number of warriors living in his pack until the Circuit this weekend.” His own expression was calm as he zeroed in on Annika’s. “Was that not the answer you were expecting? I do hate to disappoint.”

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.