Thanos 230 Novels & Stories

They 'Monetized' our 'Universe' to 'Balance' the 'Ledger' of the 'Infinite'. Dominic Thorne stepped to her side, his "Ice-King" presence a "Dark-Vortex" in the white. He wasn't wearing his charcoal suit anymore; he was clothed in "Resonance-Armor" of "Vantablack-Indigo," his "Somatic-Grafts" pulsing with a "Nuclear-Authority." He looked at the "Grid," his "Ice-Blue" eyes "Locking" onto the "Source-Code" of the $1,000,000 contract.

Even the Prime stiffens, teeth bared, fury barely contained. The figure’s attention slides to me. You persist, it observes. I force myself upright, blood dripping from my mouth. “So do you.” A pause. Then—amusement. You are no longer viable. The interface is contaminated. Ethan drags himself to his feet beside me, swaying but unbroken. “You take one more step—” The Architect lifts a single hand. Every wolf slams into the ground. I scream as the pressure crushes my lungs, my vision dimming.

Stavros’s POV Zephyrus targeted Thanos with his poisonous sword. “I won’t spare you or your king if you curse my beta. Leave Aromania right now.” Thanos chuckled, the malicious sound echoing around as he stepped backward. Were they leaving our kingdom? Relief washed over me to see Zephyrus’s threat working. However, my relief was short-lived. Thanos took out a small metal canister and went towards Drakos. In a split second, Thanos used his pocketknife to make a tiny slit on Drakos’ wrist and collected his blood in the canister.

I dress in the warm clothes I never asked but were brought to me anyway and I cross the passage to the pack-house. “Good morning, Luna.” Shit! I forgot about that. Thane is standing there at the door, on full attention. He too is tall like most males in the pack and he is seriously built. He looks my age or even younger but maybe it’s that stupid grin on his face. His light brown hair is drawn into a messy bun on the top of his head and his beard is short but unkempt. He is wearing a black wife-beater a. because he is one and b. to show off the mark on his arm.

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

I heard the man beside me speak. I continued to look at the man whom Kairos called Thanos. He was walking towards us. But I noticed he was not alone. Behind him was another guy. But he was different from the two men in black. The third man looked like a beggar with his tattered and crumpled shirt. He was walking barefooted and with his hands tied up. They were tied up with a silver knot. Thanos and the man behind him stopped in front of us. “Finally, you captured him, Thanos,” Kairos said.

Morpheus held the knife near my mouth “I will enjoy cutting that tongue of yours” “Drop down the knife Morpheus” a voice came from the entrance of the cafe I recognized the voice, but I wasn’t expecting him to be there either. Morpheus groaned before letting go of my neck and dropping the knife on the table. I looked at the entrance of the cafe and saw Thanos and Dartron walking toward our table. “You can leave now Will” Thanos' voice was deep and filled with authority. Will was reluctant to leave and just nodded my head signifying everything was fine.

Thanos tumbled, and Samantha took the chance to bite him by the neck. He growled in pain as she held on. The outsiders’ chants faded, and hope flickered in my people's eyes. Samantha kept biting Thanos as he howled and struggled. He tried to escape her grip, but she climbed on him and bit his neck again. Thanos thrashed in pain while Samantha continued biting and scratching him. Eventually, his resistance faded. He began to whimper softly as blood spurted from his neck. She drew close, ready to finish him off, but stopped.