Anime Thor Novels & Stories

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

Thora stood once kore, her left eye swollen shut, teeth gritted, sweat covering her face as he concentrated. “ Arai now!” She shouted. Arai’s eyes flashed, and a large spear appeared in her left hand and a pair of black wings. She flew to eye level with the creature and heaved the spear. It pierced the left eye of the beast. The Untri howled in agony, the anguished cry shaking the walls of the room. It squirmed, desperate to get away, but Thora was able to hold on until it sank its pincers into her Mana hand. Thora shrieked in pain, the hand dissolving. Thora dropped to her knees, screaming while gripping her left arm.

I hear screaming behind me and sense more movement. ‘Zahra, fuck, Zahra,’ someone yells in my head. Henry, I think. But all I can focus on is Thor. His hot putrid breath, the foul stench of his matted coat, and his gleaming red eyes as he snarls at us. Zanthe doesn’t respond how I expect her to. She doesn’t retaliate or protect herself. I feel her reach towards him to communicate, and then she licks his face. Thor recoils, jerking his head back.

Clawing at her. She threw up her hand. Light flared—silver, fierce, shot into the creature. It shrieked and staggered. Attempting to stop itself in its tracks. Not dead but definitely not done. And then, he was there. A blur of black. Fur. Claws. Teeth. Fury. She gasped as Alpha Ronan Thorne shifted mid-charge, no hesitation, no sound but the crack of bone and growl of something ancient. He ripped the creature apart like it was made of paper.

So when can I have it then, cause I'll do something drastic if–" "When we find the rogues that fed mother wolfsbane, you can then rip heads off as much as you want." Right before me, the deep discussion finally came to an end and an agreement was passed to Anton, Alpha Thorien's wolf through mind-link. When I thought he would just turn around and let me be, he began to shift back into his human form. All naked, and a painless shift, I think. There were disturbing sounds, including the cracking of his bones, but not one sound came out of Alpha Thorien's lips.

"How's Thor? How is he holding up?" Martha asks to my surprise. I thought she would be angry at Thor for choosing another she-wolf over her daughter. And not just any she-wolf but Alpha Nate's daughter that Ash recently fought with... Okay, maybe she's not the kind of person that goes out of their way to show hate but still, I never expected her to care about Thor's well-being when it seemed like he broke her daughter's heart

“This whole heist thing... it seems like it is just for your own personal interest, old man.” Anthor’s face flushed red, his posture turning incredibly defensive. “No! Never! Whatever I do in this life can never, ever be for my own personal interest! That child is my child! That girl is my late best friend's daughter! She is my own blood, even if the same physical blood does not run directly in her veins! I am doing this to save her fortune from that monster! besides... there's no way I can access the funds with her." I stared at his angry, twitching face, and I laughed inwardly.

I growled, drawing my short sword. ​We hit their line like a hammer. I was a blur of motion, my human reflexes honed by decades of Alpha training. I dodged a stave, the energy singeing my tunic, and drove my blade into the gap between the soldier’s helmet and breastplate. He fell with a muffled cry, his golden armor splashing into the surf. ​Beside me, Thorne was a whirlwind of destruction. He wasn’t shifting, but his strength was still monstrous. He grabbed a soldier by the throat and hurled him back into the ocean, his roar joining the chorus of the Web.

“Kill the blonde one, distract Jormungand!” Antonio shouted at a few of the others who went for Serenity. Thor was back, but seemed to be torn between going for Jor or leaving. Clearly this was a shit storm he needed help with, but he seemed torn because it was clearly that Fenrir was not free of his bonding yet. He looked like he wanted to go for Surt but then he’d have to fight two giants and have a third on his back. That tactic worked, because they also rushed Hel who met them head on. Which put Jor in the position of help his mortal or go for Thor. Antonio knew what he’d choose.