Hobbit Thorin Vs Azog Novels & Stories

His machete was fine even after being struck by those lightning bolts, but the hands that held them were charred black. “They lied. He is stronger than Anubis.” Sango swallowed a mouthful of air as he generated this dreaded thought. He had fought Anubis on a few occasions. After all, while Ra and Anubis rarely saw eye to eye, they both hated Sango equally and could agree on that. Sango was someone on par with Anubis, and he had snuck out some victories from underneath the feet of the god of death, as feeble as they were; however, faced with Thor’s full might and a blow that could not possibly be matched by mortals, Sango was forced back! He could feel his Godspark groaning underneath the wei

The air cracked like thunder as Erythos turned his full fury on Elior. The sheer force of his gaze weighed on the battlefield, pressing down like an unseen mountain. The sky churned, black clouds twisting into unnatural shapes, and the ground beneath Elior’s feet trembled as if recoiling from the god’s wrath. With a mere gesture, Erythos hurled Elior back. The impact sent him skidding across the broken ruins, stones shattering beneath his weight. Rael and Bram rushed to his side, barely able to keep their footing as the battlefield itself twisted and cracked.

“Oh, yes. Haven’t you ever noticed his resemblance to Ben before?” Haldir stood from the stool he was sitting on and glanced at Ben as he set the bags on the floor. “Yeah, I can see it, I guess. They all kind of have that tall, dark and handsome thing happening for them” “Well, he said that he and Ben are relatives. Oh, wait a minute, I don’t want to have to do this twice. Thorin!” Thorin kicked the door closed behind him and put the last of the bags down. “Yes, darlin.”

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

"Before the trouble Baba smelled reaches the gate." As we stood there, I felt a strange shift. The terror was still there, but it had a new shape. I was still afraid of the grave, but for the first time, I wanted to fight for the cradle. I looked toward the door, thinking of the Enforcers, of the Vice-Chancellor, and of everything threatening to swallow us up. They were fighting with digital fire, but Josh was offering me a foundation of rock.

Thorin said this to stimulate Rogan. It worked. Rogan felt like he was going crazy as he roared with anger. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill every one of you and I’ll paint this realm with blood! You bastard!!” Rogan struck. Thorin was waiting for this moment and at that moment, Thorin weakened Rogan’s arms and successfully made Rogan fall to the ground. Thorin jumped on him and held him down. He sunk his claws into Rogan’s stomach. Rogan screamed with pain.

Right? Beta Harth’s POV Both wolves are biting down and drawing blood. At this rate they will both die. Suddenly Thorin throws Dawson, and Dawson takes a chunk of flesh with him. Thorin cries out in pain. This is bad. The two wolves attack each other again, but it sends them tumbling. When they’ve stopped, Dawson is on top pinning down Thorin, his teeth bared and growling. “THORIN!” I shout, but before I finish the word Dawson bites down onto Thorin’s neck and rips out a chunk of flesh.

“But a single blade and you’re already falling apart? This is going to be easier than I thought.” “Shut up,” I snapped, stepping in front of Hector instinctively. “He’s ten times the man you’ll ever be, and he’s going to destroy you. Mark my words.” There was Silence after that. Heavy, suffocating silence and then Thorin’s expression changed yet again. Gone was the smug condescending look, and it’s place was a look of fierce and furious Jealousy. It was a very Cold and ugly ugly look, and it made the panic in my blood spike even more.

But as I turn, Thor lets out another fierce growl. I feel hands grab me and pull me out of the way, which triggers Thor. He lunges, a fierce snarl escaping him as he comes for whoever grabbed me. Zanthe shifts so fast, coming up to meet him and rolling him with her momentum, knocking him off course as we go down together. Thor is bigger and much stronger than us now after our time in the castle, so we don’t stand a chance if we have to fight him. But as soon as he sees Zanthe, he stills. He starts sniffing all over her, examining and licking at her coat.

Then, Harlyn and the pups rushed over to hug him. Staying stood back, I don’t speak, and I can’t see him. He’s currently hidden beneath the pups’, and Harlyn’s bodies, and I hate it. Thorin is so cold, yet with Wayne, he’s lightened up. That one whistle was like a command, and they instantly stopped fighting, and I don’t like that. They shouldn’t be responding to fucking whistles like dogs.