Modi Son Of Thor Novels & Stories

"Yes, a skinny camel’s still bigger than a horse. Also, Gunner Young only retired and did not dissolve the gang. The people he developed over the years are still there and his power hasn't dropped by much. It's just that he's not as well-known as he was when he was younger. The current leader is his son, Jax Young." “That's good!" Alex's doubts were dispelled. However, Declan's brows furrowed, and said, "Big Ken, if you can invite Demon Lord to take action, then dealing with Horus Thorpe will be a piece of cake. The question is, can we even get him to help?" Big Ken took out his phone and waved it in front of them. "There’s no need for a formal invitation. I’ll just make a phone call." "Wow,

"Putting on a show with that phone call—I bet you didn't even get through! The idea that I won't have to come to work tomorrow is just laughable!" "You'll see soon enough if my call went through," Howard shot back with a glance. "Listen up, kid, you're going to regret crossing me," Montana snarled after hanging up his own phone. The eldest son of the Jones family, sprawled on the ground for all to see—what a foolhardy move! Just days ago, the top families in Mendorra had been toppled in a single night. Then, the Joneses were among the new elite. Taking down a nobody like that kid was like squashing an ant!

Hell, Hermes was only a day old when he stole Apollo’s cattle and then fashioned the first lyre. Erik, though, seems to be developing a bit more like my wolves would. Able to communicate, walk, and get his basic necessities met by himself within a few months, but still a chubby little baby, toddling after his parents. Thor sighs, his head resting on my shoulder. He knows that he’s lost. The only thing that could distract me from my mate is my son. “Go,” Thor growls at the apologetic smile that I give him. “But you better be prepared to be up most of the night.”

He saw Riksharaja, ‘Why you came here? Before Riksharaja answered, Sugriva spoke in distress. He was pressing his right shoulder with his left palm. It looked like the shoulder bone was broken. The pain was unbearable. Tears were rolled out from his eyes. Face turned red as a blood spot was jammed on it. He came near Kesari’s feet. Bowed down, ‘Uncle…! What my brother has done to you? I know. But in that particular matter involvement of my father is nil. I was somewhere attached to the propaganda. But still, I am also not aware of the whole industry. I obey my brother’s order. He threw my father as he became the unit owner, and today he threw me out of the same.’, Sugriva cried loudly.

The last word hit me like a punch. My mother was beside me before I even blinked, her hand reaching up to trace the name carved beside her own. “Not anymore,” she said softly, more to herself than anyone. Ryker stepped forward and addressed the gathered crowd. “This is Thorold,” he said. “Son of Ryker and Zara. Blood of Stormfang. Heir returned.” No cheers. No applause. Just a stillness… and then a powerful howl rose from one of the wolves in the crowd.

he whispered. I frowned. “Store what?” “Sthor. Sthor. The Sthors.” I paused, my brain catching up. “What?” I blurted. “A Sthor?” He nodded. “Exactly… and that’s my fear.” I just stared at him, stunned. “Look, I—look, his father just passed and—” “Hold on. Did I just hear you say father?” I asked. “Elder Sthor is his father? Like, he is a direct son of the Sthors?”

No sooner was I about to ask him when Sean finally spoke up, “Adonis, let go of my sister,” Swallowing hard my mouth gaped as my eyes widened. I turned my eyes to look at him as I gently pushed away so we could look into each other’s eyes more clearly, oh crap! Was this Adonis Thorin, the son of Dimitri? He finally looked down and away from Sean and right into my eyes, I wanted to melt into him and never let go.

He didn't know what Victor was capable of, and he didn't want to provoke him. But before he could respond, Sophia spoke up. "Leave him alone, Victor," she said, her voice firm. Victor's eyes flicked to Sophia, his expression softening slightly. "Sophia, sweetheart," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You don't understand what's going on here. Your father's business is at stake, and Ethan is a threat to that." Ethan's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. What did Victor mean? What business was he talking about?

I wonder what her secret weapon is. Then the Council policeman's voice boomed out like a powerful thunder over me... "Thor!... Son of Viveka Andersen and Knox Quin. You're under arrest for the murder of your father, Knox Quin, The Alpha of Silver Moon pack. You can choose to follow me in peace or force my hand into taking you down by all means possible!" My brows shot up in amusement.

Perhaps Moha, or should I say my brother, noticed my awkwardness and started introducing himself. "Nice to finally meet you all. My name is Moha, and I am the son of Alasdair and Queen Aria." After mentioning his parents, everyone's eyes widened. "I'm not a God, nor a demigod, but I am my grandfather's legacy. I inherited his ability to use the power of thunder."