Modi Son Of Thor Novels & Stories

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."

His familiar smile brings with it a warm sense of relief, though the rifle he has propped between his knees quickly reminds me we’re not out of the woods yet. “Where’s Dad?” I ask hastily. “Home,” Mom answers. “He wanted to come, but with everything that’s happened…” I nod in understanding. It wouldn’t have been safe for him to retrieve me himself. He’s the leader of the Russo Mafia Family, and I’m the next in line to rule where my brother Alexander Russo tends his jealousy toward me. If Thor wanted to wipe out our chain of command, it would have been far too easy to kill us both at the same time. Except… I don’t know. My thoughts are in shambles. For some reason, I can’t picture Thor going

“He wanted to come, but with everything that’s happened…” I nod in understanding. It wouldn’t have been safe for him to retrieve me himself. He’s the leader of the Valderrama Family, and I’m the next in line to rule where my brother Alexander Oliver Valderrama tends his jealousy toward me. If Thor wanted to wipe out our chain of command, it would have been far too easy to kill us both at the same time. Except… I don’t know. My thoughts are in shambles. For some reason, I can’t picture Thor going through with it. I hardly know the man, so it’s not like I can truly attest to his character, but I get the sense Thor wouldn’t stoop that low. If he really wanted to kill me, surely, he would have d

“Don’t talk like that. It’s been over a month since you’ve seen me, since you’ve spoken to me. You’re destroying your life, my son…” Thor let out a dry, ironic, wounded laugh. “Destroying it?” he repeated. “No, Mom… everything’s exactly the way you and Dad wanted. The companies are thriving, the numbers are great, the board is satisfied. So tell me… what’s the problem?” “The problem…” she whispered, almost voiceless, “is that you’re not okay. You, my son, are what matters to me. I don’t care about the company, I don’t care about status. I love you, Thor. I love you more than anything. And seeing you like this… like this…”

Unfortunately, the plane crashed, and she died. After that, Thorin left home and began working for others. He even said he would never come back. Later, he started a flower business and had yet to return. Thorin was the child of the first wife of his second son and the fifth son of his generation. His mother passed away at an early age, and his father remarried, but regardless, he was still the first wife's son. Moreover, his mother was of a noble family outside of the Capital City. Although Johan did not interact with his mother's family, Thorin kept in touch with them.

Though his father is indeed alive and well, she doesn't want her son to interact with him. Contrary to his mother who was feeling gloomy, Eon is smiling brightly because he learned that he has a dad and he is alive! “So what is daddy's job?” Rui, who was spacing out, unconsciously answered her son, “Businessman.” Eon tugged his mother's dress while jumping, “My daddy's cool!” He clapped his hands and added, “Then, mommy, it's our family's secret. I won't even tell uncle Carter.”

She then bent her head aside like a dog would as her searching eyes landed on Binta and continued, “By everything holy, a child made of lightning and look at the threads, the little one is connected to Ala the earth mother herself. “she then looked long and hard at Omotola, “a child of mystery, why does your chi evade my scrutiny like an oil would water. At last, she drew a sharp breath as she took a step back, the siblings also drew breathes of relief as soon as her awful eyes was no more drilling into their body. “To whom does these children belong to? These are spawns of lightning and thunder, who would doom us all by siring them lord Amadioha?” Amadioha shrugged his shoulders and said, “

I greet calmly. “Hi, daughter,” My mother responds with the same energy without her eyes leaving the document she is holding. “Do you feel great being back home after five years?” Great? Bite your tongue. I gawk at my mother, my gaze travelling from her head to her toes. The averagely old look lady now looks exactly like the name. ‘Hell Morgathor’. A powerful name worn by a lady, like a crown. A crown full of thorns. I grew up understanding that my family is a war that never ends; we are all threats to each other.

She shut the door behind her with a force that made the doorframe tremble, her eyes blazing with fury. “What do you want?” I gritted, trying to hold back my own anger. She crossed her arms, unfazed by my tone. “So, you’ve turned into an abuser now, all because of that gold-digging whore?” she spat, her voice filled with disgust. I looked at her in disbelief, feeling something twist painfully in my chest. “You know,” I said slowly, “I’m really starting to question your humanity. It amazes me how you can choose fame and power over your own son’s happiness and still claim to love me.” I shook my head, struggling to keep my voice even. “It’s barely a month since my wife—Flora—lost our baby and w