Hobbit Thorin Oakenshield Novels & Stories

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

Unfortunately, the plane crashed, and she died. After that, Thorin left home and began working for others. He even said he would never come back. Later, he started a flower business and had yet to return. Thorin was the child of the first wife of his second son and the fifth son of his generation. His mother passed away at an early age, and his father remarried, but regardless, he was still the first wife's son. Moreover, his mother was of a noble family outside of the Capital City. Although Johan did not interact with his mother's family, Thorin kept in touch with them.

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

He added. “I promise to bring this case closed up sir.” Jessica said blankly. “That's a promise Miss!” “It must be kept!” Mr Troy said. “The case as you've been made to know involves a billionaire family, owners of the TRIX company and the biggest philanthropist in this part of the world. The CEO - Phillip Thorne.” Mr Troy said handing over the case file to Jessica. She stretched out and got the file to read properly and understand the case. “It says here he's married and with a child.”

“Are you okay? Tom asked, coming over to her side. Everything was happening all over again. Without further ado, she threw away the towel around her neck and rushed out of the saloon. ** Ichabod opened his eyes immediately and Adams rushed in. “I saw you come in right now, I was shouting your name and you didn’t respond, what happened?” He sat up right, standing up. “That wasn’t me. That was Odin. The ring can’t retain him any longer, he is getting too strong. If I can change into Odin at any moment of the day, then I don’t think I can stand a chance any longer. I need to meet the lady now.” ** “You can’t be serious.” Vivian blurted out.

and we are being honest about that part. Sir Thorin Meelany is a gentleman to the core, and even though he's a warrior, he's still handsome. Being as tall as my dad, with a body sculpted and full of muscles, tan skin, wavy short dark-brown hair, lilac eyes, and a deep voice that complements his persona like a cherry on top of a cake. And he's smart and skilled. Back in the north, there are a lot of girls and boys who have a crush on him, but he's the stern and oblivious type. He doesn't seem to care about that. But knowing him as we do, we know that he's affectionate under the surface.

CHAPTER NINE -ANTONIO- Thorin nodded, his stern expression softening. He rushed over to Kinnsion and Eris, and for a brief moment the two broke off their make out session. "Prince Kinnsion, Eris," Thorin said urgently, "we need your help with something." Kinnsion frowned, meeting Thorin's gaze before glancing at me and Lady Basia. "What's wrong? Can't you see I am busy with my mate?" he asked, his eyes flickering with annoyance.

This baffled me as I kept walking up the stairs. I was yet to see guards whom I always saw everyday damned day but now, where I needed them the most, they suddenly vanish. I seemed to have been walking for twenty minutes when I soon stopped before a wide mahogany door which also had two guards standing by each side. Not only that, but I needed not to ask if Mr. Red eye was there because I could feel his presence. Call me stupid! “Good morning, is Mr….err, Is your boss in?” I asked one of the guards, who appeared as if he was dead. I was yet to get used to the unique appearances of everyone I saw in this castle. I mean, they all looked like 'the walking dead!'.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

The maid knocked. "Enter," Kieran's voice came from inside. My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it. I walked in. The door closed behind me with a soft click. The room was huge. A dining room with a long fancy table. Candles everywhere. Crystal glasses. Everything screamed money. Kieran Thorne was sitting at the head of the table. He stood up when I walked in. He wore a Black suit. His Hair was perfectly styled. He looked like he belonged in a magazine.