Sister Of Thor Novels & Stories

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

She was the epitome of a mama bear. Thor was her cousin and he was around the same age as Sunny. He looked just like his name as well. He was born in Sweden and moved here when his parents died. He was raised in the gang with Sunny as siblings. He still had a bit of a Nordic accent with blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He looked every bit like a Viking God with rugged good looks. Both Sunny and Thor were tall. Sunny at 5'10 and Thor at 6'4. Sunny was full of lean muscle while Thor was bulky with pure muscle hanging on every part of him. His body reminded me of an older Ace if Ace wasn't such an asshole.

I haven’t been able to for a long time. But Thor just turns to her with narrowed eyes. “Hecate, when’s the last time you had a good fucking? I’m sure one of my brothers would love to be of service. In fact—Baldur! Loki! Come here!” Hecate looks like she’s about to immolate him. “What in the seven hells are you doing?!” she hisses. “Helping you out, little sister,” Thor says, grinning like an idiot as Baldur and Loki appear at our side.

Yes, they were, and whatever that was would be a great one. "Logan, Alaric accidentally killed Thorin's younger sister, Demeter!" "What? Thorin had a sister, and he accidentally killed him?!" The two just nodded while pursing their lips. They looked down at the ground once they saw how dim my eyes were.

*Whish* The head of the Frost Giant came off quite simply. These two made killing Ascenders look really simple. “Don’t wipe that on your cape,” Thrud, daughter of Thor and one of the Heads of the Valkyries chided as she forcefully separated the God of Thunder’s hands from his cape. Alas, the simple thunder god had already wiped much of the blood and gore onto his golden cape. “Sorry,” Thor shrunk back from his daughter’s piercing gaze. “Frigg worked hard to make that cape for you. Forget it.” Thrud sighed and gave up. Her father was beyond redemption.

“What are you going to do?” “As long as I don’t touch the ground or move, it doesn’t count as breaking the rules. Don’t turn around. I don’t want your help.” “Alright,” Loki complied. “Be careful. Don’t move.” I hovered in midair in front of them, looking down at Thor’s wife. “You—say what you just said again.” She tilted her head at me. “Why is big sister speaking Vanir?”

She was young though, younger than him at least with the grey eyes holding splashes of blue. He didn't even notice everyone had gotten out, but Dedrick tapped his cheek lightly with his hand *Come on, can't meet her if you don't get out of the car. * Connor blinked, moving to open his door, unable to take his eyes off her. Then he realized Thalia was already there, hugging her, the two of them crying happy tears. That was her sister. The girl that was slowly killing his best friend and future alpha, was the sister of his mate. The Universe had a cruel sense of humor.

Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists. She'd fought. She'd tried to live. And someone had held her under until she stopped. "That's her," Alexa said. Her voice didn't shake. That surprised her. "That's my sister." She reached out and touched Alice's hair. Still soft. Still dark. Still Alice. But her fingers froze halfway through the second stroke.

“Who’s that?” He followed my gaze, and his face went hard, a flicker of recognition darkening his eyes. “Veyra,” he growled. “Ragnar’s sister.” My blood ran cold. Ragnar’s sister. She wasn’t just here for revenge—she was leading this. Her eyes locked onto me, and that smile widened, sending a shiver down my spine. She raised a hand, and the Bloodfangs shifted, a group peeling off to circle us, cutting us off from the pack.