Hercules Thor Novels & Stories

She is the girlfriend of Hercules and also the mother of his son Alex , she loved Alex but about Hercules she is still confused , she don’t know why she feel the love and with time she realized that their love is fading day by day . Anjali Williams : Mother of Hercules , who is in fifties , she is a working women who loved her husband and her three kids, she is also the mentor of Hercules who taught him many thing that results in the form of his success . Alex Williams : Father of Hercules and husband of Anjali , he loved his wife more than his life and then he loved his two daughters , Emma and Alina , about Hercules then they loved each other but most of the time they argued with each o

Wearing iron gauntlets that I never knew she had, she caught the flying object — it was a hammer. “A hammer?” I mumbled. There was only one god that everybody knew back on Earth who possessed that specific weapon: Thor, the god of thunder. Mount Fort was still standing; much of the left side of his head got destroyed upon impact. From his remaining face, we could see how really, really angry he was. Marseille launched her magical hammer. Mount Fort dodged it, but the hammer’s trajectory began to change behind him. Taking a round turn, it zoomed toward his right side. The mountain brave raised both forearms for cover; chunks were broken off upon impact.

Selene, Thor, and Hecate step out of the portal looking like they’ve been through hell. Their faces are scorched and smeared with dirt. The armor they’re wearing is still smoking, the metal burned in places. Blood and darker things coat their clothes, their hair, and every inch of visible skin. They were supposed to just find Nyx and bring her back. It would’ve been hard, sure—Lucifer is dangerous—but Selene and Thor should’ve been able to hold him off long enough for Hecate to grab Nyx and escape.

Hilda yelled from above the clouds as the trails of anger and frustration were drawn over her face. "Strike her down! Strike her down!" Hilda yelled as a figure walked forth from behind her. This figure as he was seen rushed forth by the calls of Hilda and in his garment he was adowned in, he radiated a different sort of energy experienced. His powers were comparable to that of the norse god Thor. His were of no definite colour as this figure seemed to be lacking an iris. On his forehead was a lightning symbol which suddenly glowed yellow when the yells of this figure was heard. On his hand, he gathered lightning and rained it down below the clouds.

He had no idea, but he found himself saying, "I can fight." She nodded, finally looking away from him. "Good." They all began talking as soon as she turned away from him, Leonidas learning their names in quick succession. Hercules, he was a Zeus Familia and from the way he spoke, a High Family. The girl on him, Aellai, Artemis, he was not sure what she was or not. Then on another log entirely, two other people, Odysseus, a Poseidon Familia and Dido, an Athena Familia.

Are there no God social workers on duty today? While they were busy proving their own points as to why I cannot and why I should not touch or even attempt to wield, they are too late. I ran to it and touched it with only the hope of saving the people I love. Upon contact with the bolt, it shrank into man-size and it fits perfectly in my hand, I could feel the gentle crackling of the little thunders in my hand. I thought of Thor and told my self “Who’s the bad boy, now Chris Hemsworth?”

Eden yelled before spitting on him. Hercules slowly wiped the spit off his cheeks before hitting Eden hard across the face. "I have been called so many names and things, Maniac, psycho, bastard, good for nothing Alpha but if you would insult me, be original and don't spit germs on my face!" Hercules said disgustedly. "Two minutes left!" He said yet again. "You better start talking or it might get worse, Trust me!" Hercules said, dropping the scalpel and grabbing a hard plank wood.

There is a dangerous smirk on his face that only Bronx could manifest, inviting and deadly at the same time. He's intimidating, even as a photograph on paper. He is the modern day personification of the guardians' grandfather, Perses, Titan God of War. Unlike the other guardians, whose human spirits were simply a gift from the Goddess Hecate to our mother, she blessed Bronx's spirit to be strong enough to protect the Mavri Magea.

“Um, at school. The university. I’m a professor.” He didn’t look surprised, making me think he already knew that after all. “A professor of what?” “Greek mythology,” I said with a smile. That seemed to surprise him. “Like Zeus and Hercules?” “Hercules is a Roman god, but very similar.” “There are different nationalities of gods?” he asked with genuine interest. I glanced up at Christopher who was obviously listening but pretending to be occupied with the fridge. “Yes, I suppose you could say that. The Greeks had Heracles, which is who Hercules was essentially modeled after. The Norsemen also had their own gods.”

“Yeah, I said he would be fine with Thrud by his side. That much is true. But that idiot picked up some of your bad habits. Unlike his father, he is brash and fiery, much like you. He wants to finish things before your daughter gets there.” “What?! That’s dangerous!” Thor exclaimed in worry. “Normally, it would be. But he has a powerful ally.” Heimdall smiled mischievously. “Who?” Thor asked curiously. “Heracles.”