Hobbit Thorin Oakenshield Novels & Stories

Rylan placed his hand beside mine. “I swear it with you,” he said. “From this moment forward, he is no longer our father.” I closed my fist around the blood-soaked earth. “From this night on,” I said quietly, “Thorin is my enemy.”

Thorin smirked in amusement. I tried to process the information, but his head was still spinning. “Yeah. Your head is going to be a little fuzzy for a while. Beast lives up to his name entirely. He doesn’t hold back on his punches regarding his enemies,” Thorin laughed. “You’re lucky you are pure beta blood, or he could’ve caved in your face with that hit.” I stared at Thorin in disbelief. “I kid you not, Beta. I’ve seen it happen. That boy is pure evil when he hits. You’re also lucky because he doesn’t take prisoners. I was the one who wanted you. Otherwise, you’d be dead already.”

"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.”