Thanos 230 Novels & Stories

Thanos stepped forward with his shoulder slumped. “Is this what you have been teaching the men in my absence?” he gave him a deadly. “I’m sorry,’ Thanos whispered. Lucas’s claw elongated. He raised it up and Thanos closed his eyes, awaiting his demise. “Stop!’ a voice yelled.

Slowly, he walked over to the workout bench and slowly lowered himself on it, trying his best not to put too much pressure on his back. "I feel like a fucking vegetable." He said, steadying himself on the bench and yanking off his upper clothes so he was shirtless. "You okay?" Dante asked, watching Thane closely. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face and soaked his black tank top, indicating he was previously working out. "Hand me the dumbbell." Thane ordered, ignoring Dante's little attempt to be caring. Dante passed it over with ease, but as Thane took it, a strained grunt escaped his lips. He started lifting it carefully, slow and deliberate.

Thane hit the wall, his grip on the sword slipping. Xandros crossed the room in two steps and grabbed Thane by the throat, lifting him off the ground. "You will not deny me," Xandros growled. His fangs glinted as he leaned closer, sinking his teeth into Thane’s neck. Thane gasped, his body tensing as the pain shot through him. His hands clawed at Xandros’s arm, but the creature's grip was too powerful. He felt his strength draining, his vision blurring. He felt himself slowly

Standing between us and the elevator doors was a wall of twenty zinc-sheathed enforcers. They weren't human anymore. Their bodies had been completely overhauled by Thorne Industries’ cybernetic divisions—nine-foot-tall, polished metallic chassis with glowing white-gold visors that flickered erratically as the data-overflow from the slums continued to choke their targeting arrays. They didn't carry rifles; their right forearms were heavy, pneumatic pile-drivers that hummed with a low-frequency vibration capable of liquefying a wolf’s internal organs with a single strike.

Aphrodite and Thanos is right behind us. My love we are on our way.

They were both capable of such immense cruelty. "I understand, regrettably if it comes down to it, you'll become my enemy as well," she responded and Lorenzo growled dangerously "I don't like people who threaten me to my face ancient mosquito," "Neither do I, barking dog," "YOU!" "Lorenzo," Luckily Leonardo walked into the scene just in time, any second later and both Lorenzo and Thana might had been at each others throat, he stopped on his tracks at the sight of Thana, who was she?, from her red eyes, he could tell she was a vampire. Wait a minute, is she.....

I need to get to my room and make sure all my gear is ready. I leave my office after going over some more paperwork. Takoa’s bringing in his third in command. His brother who has been away at training camp. Thoren will come and assist in my absence. We haven’t seen him in about three years. He is second in line behind Takoa who is twenty-five. Thoren is twenty-four and always ready for a fight. He is a hell of a warrior which is why he actually loves training. His skills are so strong that he has to do more or it drives him insane. His mom said once he finds his mate, that he will settle with his desire for constant battle. We shall see. He hasn’t found her yet.

) [Magic Resistance: 0] [Weight: 20 tons] (10 → 20) [Storage Space: 20 cubic meters] (10 → 20) [Durability: 100%] [Fuel: Infinite] [External Weapon: M330 "Venom" Chain Cannon (25mm)] (Rate of fire: 200 rounds/min. Effective range: 2,500 meters) "20 tons..." Jake studied the behemoth before him and nodded with satisfaction. At this scale, even a full-on zombie horde wouldn't be able to stop him. But the part he'd been waiting for was just beginning.

Zanele Okafor "Why do your giant boots choose to stand by my small sink to watch my paws wash?" I ask, my eyelashes fluttering fast as my eyes tilt up to track the immense alpha frame towering over my short height. Idris Blackthorne stands nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, his overly-handsome face looking like it was specially sculpted from midnight rock by the ancient moon spirits, and the heavy obsidian wrist piece on his arm glitters with a cold, sharp silver light that makes his raw aura stunningly seductive. Every single thing about his posture is completely gorgeous without carrying a single drop of exaggeration.

He replies to my mind with an image of a thumbs up emoji. I launch myself on top of my maker. In an attempt to halt him. The longer I'm in his presence, the more obedient my mark grows and betrays me. I'm trying to hit, bite and even scratch him. The mark is spreading over him shielding my attacks. He continues walking with me on his back. We stop in front of Arlo and Helena trying to make their escape. Arlo steps in front of her but Thorne grabs his throat and throws him away. I pry myself from his back and step in front of Him. His eyes are red and snake like.