Hobbit Thorin Vs Azog Novels & Stories

Thorin replied as he managed to get himself to his feet through sheer willpower alone. “BROTHER NOW!” Lokison nodded and reversed the mechanism of his spell releasing Rogue who was beyond aggravated.. Rogue upon his release attacked the first thing he could see and that was Odin.. … A fierce punch struck the all father unexpectedly causing him to stagger backwards, followed by a strong kick to the midsection sending him tumbling into his throne.. Thorin ceased the moment and called forth Mjolnir, his trusted weapon and fling it at Odin who was getting up hitting him on the chin pushing the all father back..

If there was something that not even Javier could handle, this would mean that anyone else next to him would not have that much of a chance either. Meanwhile, with an angry shout from Harold, Thorin was the first one to charge forward with the wine bottle in hand. Thorin seemed very fierce and powerful like a tiger that had just left its den. Moreover, this was a tiger with a wine bottle in its mouth. Which was why the image of Thorin charging forward was just absolutely laughable, so he ended up being granted a unique exit as well… Immediately after approaching Javier, he did not even manage to get the chance to swing the wine bottle as Javier had already tripped him over.

The dull crack of his fall echoed like thunder. Thor’s growl broke across the melee, sharp and commanding. Another rogue approached him, dagger raised. Thor met him head-on, elbow catching the man in the throat, then spinning to slam him to the ground, his knees following to pin the rogue as Thor’s eyes never left mine. A rogue tried to take advantage of my focus on Bella. He leapt from the trees, aiming for my head. I ducked, countered, and my claws tore through his torso, dropping him like a ragdoll. Another lunged, trying to strike Thor’s side. Thor spun, caught the man’s wrist, and twisted, snapping it before delivering a punishing kick to the rogue’s chest.

Every time the boy obeyed one of Lyra’s tyrannical decrees, every time he checked the ground ahead of her bare feet for stones without being asked, every time he let her win and made losing look like the honor of his life, something in the set of my mate’s shoulders loosened by a degree he would have denied to his grave. It was during the fourth or fifth rematch of knight against monster that the afternoon hiccupped. Thorin was mid-roar, arms raised, giving Lyra his finest dramatic menace, when he simply stopped. His arms lowered. His head came up, nostrils flaring, and his silver eyes went to the sky over the northern wall with a focus so total it pulled every adult in the garden to their f

Thorin agreed. "Then is someone trying to mess around with us?" Ragnar asked as some warriors agreed to it, nodding their heads while still murmuring. "It seems like it." I recalled that when I was training that fateful day, the sword Thorin was using didn't seem to look like silver... it was not silver. Someone is playing games with us. Standing still, my thoughts were so far away that I wasn't hearing their arguments. Deep in my thoughts, I wondered who could help us recognize it and make things easier for us.

I said, my voice carrying a hint of sarcasm. Thorin chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re annoying,” I shot back, taking a sip. The wine burned a little as it went down, but it felt good, comforting even. “But I’m right,” he said, sounding smug. “You need rest. Tonight was rough enough.” I laughed a little, shaking my head. “Rest? After what just happened? Not a chance. My head’s spinning, Thorin. That thing… it wasn’t just some animal. It was something else.”

I wondered if they deliberately had shown these to humans earlier. 'Let me kill those idiots!' Thorin was excited. 'I'm not content that I put their king in the dungeon. Let me tear them apart!' I smirked at how vicious Thorin was. 'The floor is yours!' I told Thorin, and he let out a menacing growl, stopping the fight.

"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.

“You’re fighting with vampires?” “They’re fighting with us,” I corrected. “Why?” “Because Thorin enslaved them. Starved them. Used them like animals.” The tall wolf crossed his arms. “And you think they won’t just kill us?” “If they wanted that,” I said, “they would’ve done it already.” The fire crackled softly between us. “You’re serious,” one of them murmured. “Completely.” The tallest wolf studied me carefully. “You’re building an army.” “Yes.” “To kill Thorin.”

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.