Thanos X Namgyu Novels & Stories

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.

Aurora clenched her hands in her lap. The Elder raised his chin. “And the first of them could be none other.” Pause. Our best warrior. “The heir to steel. The champion of Tron. Thales.” The hall exploded. Shouts. Whistles. Laughter. Women shouting names. Others blowing kisses into the air. A group of young men shouted obscene offers. One of them raised her glass and yelled: “Just one night, Thales! I'll give it back!” Thales closed his eyes for a second. Then he opened them and stood up calmly. Arms firm. Chest exposed under his open cloak. The symbol of Tron gleaming on his metal necklace.

Aphrodite says from the living room. "No sex on the table please!" Thanos yells from the stairs. You can hear the echoes of a smack carry its way down the stairs. "What? They done it in the pond and the bloody gym!" Thanos grunts out while rubbing the back of his sore head. His statement has my face turning red and the guys have started to laugh again at me. I throw a banana at Orion and Paxton. "Don't you know not to do that! That's how we mated!" Dimi jokes.

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

Thane's eyes held hers, reflecting the depth of their connection, a bond that seemed to transcend the physical realm and speak directly to their souls. "Tell me, River," Thane whispered, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. "What this necklace means." River's voice trembled as she replied, her words barely above a whisper. "M and R. These are our initials. Forever with you, Thane, no running away." The words hung in the air, a promise, a vow, a declaration of their love for each other.

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.

he murmured against my lips, forcing me to inhale his minty breath and gulp hard. "I don't want to see some bastards try to slay you. I hate to see you betting your life in that filthy cage, sweetheart because it's killing me and my wolf watching you bleed in front of our eyes," Thanus stated solemnly, giving me a peck on the cheek before returning my gaze. "You are my other half and if anything happens to you, I swear to the Goddess of the Moon that no one will walk out of that fighting hall alive."

“Fight with me fairly, without your dark power. Let’s fight with our bare hands! Prove your strength!” Thana’s laughter echoed across the clearing—low, cold, and mocking. She stepped into the moonlight, her long black cloak trailing behind her like a shadow. Her silver eyes gleamed with malevolent delight. “There’s no reason for me to entertain such foolishness, Lara,” Thana replied with a smirk, her voice dripping with superiority. “Why would I ever agree to fight you when I’ve already won?” Her gaze flicked up to the moon, its light growing stronger by the minute. “The chains that bind you aren’t just for show. You’re powerless now, just like your precious son. He couldn't escape me, and n

he says, while smiting my soul with the innocence he has. He hands it in, and I don’t take a second though, as I flip his note pen over it. He takes it up, doing the same, and sending it in, with a selfie, we get to click, while holding up those rings. “Done” Thane says, as he quickly slides his phone into his pocket. He turns to me, yet still having that nervous face, before he bends the knee. “Will you be my soulmate? Thane asks, having my eyes water all over.

With an appearance better suited for a nimble shortstop, his skin was translucent enough to reveal the faint blue veins beneath. Staring at that pale, fragile nape of his neck, a bizarre thirst flared within Yuhwan—a vicious sadism masquerading as a protective instinct, a dark urge to lock him away in his embrace and crush him before anyone else could touch him. Arriving at his Gangnam penthouse—a luxury high-rise he completely owned—Yuhwan roughly parked the car in the private garage and scooped Haneul into his arms. The waist trapped in his grip felt ridiculously narrow.