Marvel Odinson 소설 & 이야기

Prince Arthur secretly went to an abandoned house across Alabama to meet 12 warriors he assigned to look after the family of the Zodiac warriors. "This mission is a secret," he said, as he was strolling in front of them. "Please do not say anything to my father as he despised the Zodiac warriors." "But for what reason?" asked the warriors on the front line, then introduced himself. "I am Odin!" "That is not part of your job anymore. The only thing you should know is that the enemies are trying to kill them, and I wouldn't say I like the idea of involving their families in this danger. So your main responsibility is guarding them until the threat of the werewolves is gone."

As the door swung open and they walked in, she found herself pulling away from Cruz and Belkin, needing desperately to at least appear stronger than she truly was. Odin was sitting in a wheelchair, his hands and feet strapped in. He appeared gaunt, purplish-blue shadows under his red-rimmed eyes and his skin was still showing signs of the sunburn he’d gotten when he’d been left on the deck of the ship for nearly two full days. His eyes snapped to hers as she entered and he swallowed, “Presley.” “Odin.” Her voice was strong, cool and her chin lifted as she felt a stream of strength flow along her veins.

"But they have exposed themselves. By destroying the Aurora Station, they have removed the stabilization field for the global economy. The world is in chaos. Markets are crashing. Governments are panicking." "And Jack Sterling is the hero," a man in Seat 5 (Thor) growled. "The media is calling him the Savior of the North." "Heroes are heavy," Odin said. "They are burdened by morality. By the need to save everyone." Odin stood up. He walked to the massive window that overlooked a subterranean hangar. Inside, thousands of sleek, automated combat drones were being loaded with munitions. "Initiate Protocol: Ragnarok," Odin commanded.

And there they were, on the other side, one leaning on crutches, the other in a wheelchair. The moment I saw their faces. I froze. Well, guess what? I actually knew these two. From a long time ago. Odin is the Alpha’s son from the pack next to Pebble Creek, and Olivia was the Alpha’s daughter. Our packs were close. So I used to play with them all the time when we were kids. Technically speaking, Odin was my first crush. Blonde hair, blue eyes, delicate features—he was everything I’d ever imagined a prince would look like. Back then, all I ever wanted to do all day was run into the woods and spend time with him.

Odin. Odin is the king of the bizarre world of a crime syndicate. He is considered to be dangerous. Not even the government and law enforcers can touch him. But I know him to be a loving grandfather to the Reid siblings and someone who donates to the community worldwide, helping those in need. They call him a god. To think he found one of Devin's hideouts and rescued those girls. I see him now as a hero. "You know how close I am to Odin because of his granddaughter. She would ask her grandfather to look for me if she knew I was missing. You better let me go or else," I threaten and taunt him.

Another voice seizes my attention. I look up and he's sitting right opposite me. Sleek silver Blond hair, dressed in a grey suit, having a huge sign of JERK on his forehead. My fucking half-brother in the other world, who's just as legitimate as I am in this world. Thor.

Her body shivered when he saw two men thrown away and immediately fell unconscious after receiving a continuous beating from Gavin, who has now changed half of his form into the same figure as the four men. Honestly, if asked whether she was afraid or not, she would say no. Unlike the four men, Gavin's appearance made him look like a superhero in the Marvel story, Spider-Man. One of her favourite Marvel characters who has a strong sense of justice. Gavin's way of fighting made her stunned to admire the figure of Gavin who seemed to be dancing for her. The man caught his panting breath as soon as he managed to defeat the four people he was fighting against who were already unconscious, change

“And if we’re unable to?” “He’ll decipher the spell. He always finds a way.” I watched him curiously as a series of emotions crossed his face. “What’s the history between both of you?” “Want a drink?” *** ISHMAEL “There were four of us.” We wanted to create something similar to the Brothers of Doom; only ours was meant for good. It was me, Samuel, Ryker, and Keela. Odin trained all of us, but Keela was the strongest of us. At the time, we did not know we were getting groomed by Odin himself, the great sorcerer we were all taught to look up to. He was like a god in the mage world.

When we push open the door to Odin’s room, I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth. He looks… unrecognizable. His face is a map of purple and blue hematomas, one eye swollen shut, and his right arm is encased in a heavy cast and hoisted in a sling. He is unconscious, the sluggish beep of the heart monitor the only sign that he is still with us. The room is hauntingly empty. No guards, no assistants. Just Odin, broken and alone. “Odin,” Charlotte calls out as she rushes to his side. Meanwhile, my hands are shaking as I pull my phone out and hit Axel’s speed dial. He answers on the first ring.

As far as I knew it, the world was now in their hands. His prisoner; that was what Dhruv had referred to me once he shackled me down in his basement. The cold chain metals clamped tightly around my wrist and ankles were ladened with wolfsbane, but thankfully due to my nature as an Omega I was immune to it. As I sat, shackled to the floor, I couldn't stop thinking about how the night had taken a turn for the worse. What started with a duel ended up being the worst revolution in history by a god, and I was all to blame.