Thanos 230 Novels & Stories

Thanos says and nods towards the door. 'Please moon goddess, Hecate, the Dragon Lord, whoever hears my plead please be with me.' "Hahaha." Aphrodite and Thanos laugh. "Did I say that out loud again?" I ask completely mortified. Both nod their heads yes and I just want to mentally face palm myself. For the love of the moon let this not be a disaster.

Something regal. I selected a black fitted dress—elegant, powerful, lined with silver threading that curled down the sleeves like ancient runes. The high collar framed my neck like a crown. I fastened a belt of polished obsidian around my waist and pinned my Luna crest—soon to be obsolete—just over my heart.

Thane stepped forward, his sharp eyes narrowed as he studied the rifle-like weapon lying across the cart. “This fires syringes filled with nanites—nanites that can be programmed by your touch. Offensively, they deliver a neurotoxin. An immediate Full-body paralysis. It can also deliver excruciating pain.” I watched Thane’s hand hover over the weapon. She continued. “Your ability is to heal physical and emotional wounds. But it also means you can reverse it. This weapon lets you channel that side.” Thane finally lifted the rifle, cradling it against his shoulder.

He wanted to linger with her, to lose himself in her presence, but he knew the training wouldn’t wait. “Dinner,” he repeated softly, more to himself than to her, trying to anchor himself. Then, with a reluctant nod, he turned toward the path leading to the guesthouse, muscles aching and heart heavier than the heat already threatening to weigh him down. Tharion was standing in the dining hall waiting, his broad muscular arms crossed over the wide expanse of his chest. He was very tall, almost six foot seven inches, making him only slightly taller than Kaplan, but the power beneath his skin was undeniable. He seemed out of place in the Pakistani desert landscape, this Nordic god, Tharion of

Where the beam passed, the air vanished. I felt a massive weight slam into my side. Thane. He had tackled me out of the way just as the beam hit the ground where I had stood. The sand vanished instantly, leaving a perfectly spherical hole in the world that hissed with the sound of a vacuum. "Stay back, Elora!" Thane roared, his shadow-steel armor glowing a dull, angry red. His shadow-wolf form was now thirty feet tall, a towering titan of dark fur and rage. "He’s eating the bond! Every time I get close, I feel the mark on my chest tearing!"

​And beside the machine stood Thorne. ​He didn't look like the broken old man from the hologram. He was wearing a suit of silver-mesh armor that seemed to pulse with the energy of the Rift itself. He looked up at the gunship, and even from a hundred feet up, Leo could see the predatory smile on his face. ​"Mark!" Leo screamed. ​The Descent into the Flame

Thanos stood near a mirror, his back to me, doing something I couldn’t quite make out. “Thanos…” I began, my voice barely a whisper, but before I could say more, he turned. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. His eyes wasn't the brown ones I knew, but instead they were red like mine and gleamed in the low light, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he stared directly at me. “Hello, Lyra,” he said, his voice smooth yet charged with menace. He took a step toward me, his crimson gaze locking onto mine. I stumbled back, my blood turning ice-cold.

The door behing him slightly swinging still from Zeus's momentum. Thanion pulled himself from the woman's mouth and turned toward the annoying voice he immediatey recognized; his shirt hung open, revealing a sculpted chest that glistened faintly with the sheen of sweat, as though he’d been in the middle of some heated exchange. His hair, raven-black with a hint of silver streaks at the temples, fell in loose, slightly tangled waves around his sharp, angular face. He was the embodiment of power and poise, save for the sharp glare he directed at his unwelcome guest.

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'.

“While I did slay your parents, the Anomaly will grant me the ability to bring their minds to this domain. If I implement my beta kinesis, I can even construct new bodies for them.” “But what if we you choose not to help you?” Natalie said. “Then I would have no option but to kill the remaining friends and family you have on Earth,” Thorne said with a devilish scowl. “What are you talking about?” I said. “I still have the ability to possess multiple beings from this dimension, thanks to the life energy that I have collected. I could easily use my power to find and murder everyone you hold dear. You may not be interested in prolonging my life, but you might want to save Eric’s little sister,