Thanos Fanart Novels & Stories

I mumbled, and could see the look on his face. “How dare you try to insult me in this manner?” He growled and tried to step him, but he couldn't. "What the…You have called for more than what you bargained for." He growled angrily as he banged on the force shield. “I'm not just a mere human, Thanos. I'm the Queen Luna.” The door shut and I turned around and headed towards the house. Nothing disgusts me more than rogues, they had no respect and had a disgusting stench that I can't stand.

I promised. And it is a promise I intend to keep. TBC Don't forget to click on my book HiS LITTLE MINIONS Here's a sneak peek Chapter 1 Men, Huge In-between~ Cassandra "Hmm. I've always wondered about Greek Gods and the Plutonian's men with coçk so huge they'll destroy your pússy as they thrust into you with deep strokes, eliciting dark pleasures and desire so raw, you'd see stars." My best friend said, flipping the pages of her book.

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

Blood streaks across the surface and splatters along the walls, creating a spectacular battle scene masterpiece. Coming to a halt. I smirk when I see Thane, one of the Dream Guardian twins, step out of the communications deck. His gaze finds mine, and he rolls his shoulders, cracking his knuckles with a sinister look on his face. Returning my daggers into the sides of my combat boots, I flick the tip of my nose with the pad of my thumb and widen my stance. “Wanna dance, shitface?!” Sarcasm drips from my words.

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.

Leo stood in the center of a white, infinite void—the root directory of his own soul. But he wasn’t alone. Emerging from the "Unallocated Space" of his subconscious was a man who looked like an ancient, more severe version of himself. Arthur Vance-Thorne. Arthur didn't look like a ghost. He looked like the Command Line itself. His skin was etched with the original foundational scripts of the first simulation, and his eyes were two blinking cursors, waiting to input a new reality.

Seeing this thanatos smiled as he said time to go, he has only made this reunion possible by summoning tharterean pit, though if this was in any other situation he couldn't have done it but this was a dream world nothing is real and every imagination can become real, he has only imagine the presence of a tharterean pit the same way that Takamatsu has imagined a gun. Little Zhang i have decided before to let him have most control and only act when ever it is needed but i think i might as well just following your plans, what if the when needed is also the time you needed me to act, i can't put up with that, i am death god i want no restrictions though i will help you slay degenerates, humans

he says, smiling warmly at Eisa. “No pressure,” she says, rolling her eyes. Thanos is a man of 6’5” with shoulder-length chocolate brown hair with whisps of black, combed to the side in a natural kind of way. He has creases in his olive-toned skin around his icy blue eyes and deep lines going down into his prominent moustache that frames his white and black beard. He’s wearing a very dashing three-piece tuxedo that is predominantly all black silk, with a champagne collar along the jacket and waistcoat, a champagne tie and champagne lining along the pockets of his jacket. He looks like he regularly visits the gym, but when you’re the leaders of an entire magical kingdom, I can imagine being i

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.

No. He wouldn't. "Crew! When I do this, start running to the ship. I'll distract them," Thane demanded, pulling away from me. I fisted my hand in his shirt, but that didn't stop him. "I love you. Trust me, sweetheart." "I love you, too." I released his shirt. He yanked it off, the tattoo beneath his skin swirling and bursting, encasing him in a thick iridescent hide. Scales glittered in the sunlight that shone through the windows.