Harry Potter Son Of Thor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Did you do this to my son, Sophie?!" I caught her wrist, and she frowned from the pain as I had used a little too much force. "Mrs. Jameson." I released her hand and took a step back. "Your son contracted a sexually-transmitted disease, which his newlywed wife, Rita Sloane, transmitted to him. Do you need me to give you a copy of his medical report?" Her face turned pale instantly, while Scott's father leaned against the wall, looking as if he had aged ten years. "Scott… Is it true that he…" His voice quivered.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Follow me by Warren Saada IVARA'S POV: There is the part where I stand over my father’s body, shaking so violently that I can barely hold myself upright and there is the part where Ronan is still transformed halfway, his fur rippling over his shoulders and teeth dripping with the blood of the men he destroyed. His eyes are not Ronan’s eyes at all. They glow with a feral shine that belongs to something old and violent. Something that is not supposed to look at me.

“I – I’m so sorry about that.” “It’s okay. No harm done,” Dad said quickly. I didn’t miss the look Theo gave me. I didn’t want his pity. It wasn’t like my Mom was dead anyway. I cocked a brow at him, holding his gaze. I wanted him to look away, but he simply smiled. I was the one to look away instead. Someone cleared their throat. Harry had come downstairs dressed in a white shirt and slacks and smelling like Dad’s cologne. “This is my son, Harry.”

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. Hayden is my son. What does he have to do with Summer?" "Your son?" Harry sneered. "Hayden has no direct blood relation to you. The person who shares his DNA is Summer! Do you want me to show you the DNA test report before you admit it?!"

I wonder what her secret weapon is. Then the Council policeman's voice boomed out like a powerful thunder over me... "Thor!... Son of Viveka Andersen and Knox Quin. You're under arrest for the murder of your father, Knox Quin, The Alpha of Silver Moon pack. You can choose to follow me in peace or force my hand into taking you down by all means possible!" My brows shot up in amusement.

No sooner was I about to ask him when Sean finally spoke up, “Adonis, let go of my sister,” Swallowing hard my mouth gaped as my eyes widened. I turned my eyes to look at him as I gently pushed away so we could look into each other’s eyes more clearly, oh crap! Was this Adonis Thorin, the son of Dimitri? He finally looked down and away from Sean and right into my eyes, I wanted to melt into him and never let go.

The room that had spent an hour tearing itself apart stood silent around a ten-year-old. It was Gunnar who ran to him. The Dragon King crossed to his son and shook his head once, slow, and laid one great hand on the boy’s shoulder, and his voice came out gentler than I had ever heard it. “You can’t, Thorin. This dragon is too powerful.” Thorin looked up at his father, and his silver eyes flared bright enough to throw shadows. Smoke wafted from his breath and a low growl bubbled from his throat.

he whispered. I frowned. “Store what?” “Sthor. Sthor. The Sthors.” I paused, my brain catching up. “What?” I blurted. “A Sthor?” He nodded. “Exactly… and that’s my fear.” I just stared at him, stunned. “Look, I—look, his father just passed and—” “Hold on. Did I just hear you say father?” I asked. “Elder Sthor is his father? Like, he is a direct son of the Sthors?”

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

Leo who saw the wronged look in his wife look felt a pang of guilt. he calmly said to the old lady without any fear on his face: you can say that I am wrong without looking at any evidence but at least now you know that your granddaughter didn't achieve anything because your favorite son didn't even give her a chance to work in any major project. The old lady was very annoyed by the repeated rebuttal of this waste son in law but she looked at ava’s face and felt a little bit guilty.