Hobbit Thorin Oakenshield Novels & Stories

I remained at the edge of the camp, staring toward the Den. Somewhere inside, Lyra was waiting. I would find her tomorrow and I would remind her who she was. Or die trying. I slipped back in quietly, alone, keeping watch over the pack one last time before I made my move tomorrow. Just as I was about to step away, a flicker of movement near the Den entrance made me freeze. Lyra. And Thorin. They stood close beneath the torchlight. Too close. Thorin was speaking to her in a low voice, his hand lifting to brush a loose strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered against her cheek before sliding down to the edge of her dress, adjusting the fabric on her shoulder like he had every right to

"I told my boys I needed to question you once you woke up, and they grabbed the entire barrel of rain water, chucking it on you.” “Who are you?” I steadied my voice as best as possible, but a shiver from the chilled air on my drenched state robbed me of that. “The name is Thorin. Alpha Thorin Winslow. I am the Alpha of the Blackfoot Rogues. You were trespassing.” “This is unclaimed territory.” “Wrong. It’s rogue territory, so unless you’ve disbanded, I don’t think you can call yourself a rogue.” Thorin smirked in amusement.

"Let me guess ,Thorin, you must be from Savannah." Bringing his glass to his lips, Thorin grinned. "Yes, you would be correct." "My daddy's from Savannah, you sound just like him." Placing his wine glass back on the table, Thorin licked his lips clean and nodded. "Yes, I'm aware. Our families have quite a history together. I've known your grandfathers, Haldir and Jasper, for, oh, I don't know, at least a hundred and fifty years. Curious how Fate plays these things out, isn't it?”

Nina believed her uncle would love it. “Ah, Nina~ It had been so long since I have seen you, my dear niece.” When they had walked into the Villa, a tall man approached them. The man had a menacing appearance with sharp, angular features. His coal-black hair was slicked back as usual and his eyes were a piercing crimson red. He wore dark clothing that matched his malevolence. He looked quite dashing for a man in his forties. This was Nina’s uncle, Thorin. Nina smiled slightly as she greeted him back. “Yes, it has, Uncle Thorin. How have you been?” Thorin had moved closer to her and now, he was standing right in front of Nina, he was just an arm away.

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

“He’s Thorin, Luca’s friend. He used to hang around with a guy called Harold, but you ended up killing him, and Thorin got thrown into prison.” Javier instantly recalled everything. “Aah! Right! You’re Thorin Gerard. What’s up with that huge scar on your face? Also, aren’t you supposed to be in prison?” Sure enough, the tall man was indeed Thorin. He was not surprised that Lloyd could recognize him since he had met Lloyd a few times when he was hanging out with Harold in the past. At the time, Lloyd had been a genuinely powerful man to Thorin, who could not be bothered to play around with them, the immature kids.

/“If she is our mate, then our bond is blurred because I cannot feel it. This isn’t her fault.” /“You think this is why I’m upset? Blaming her wolf for choosing someone else?”/ /“You’ve thought about it before,”/ he sniffs. Kin grunts and gets to his feet, his six tails bristling. /“Both of you have it wrong; you’re having the same reaction to that gem around her neck as your father had. Thorin, you’re a late descendant of Baron and Loki - anything to do with the Wolf God Xamnir will affect you.”/

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”