Thanos X Reader Novels & Stories

I paused, letting my words sink in, “And when Rhea Thorne asks me to do something, I listen. She’s not one to waste her words on a lost cause.” Xander looked away, his gaze falling on his hands, which were picking at the bedsheets. He was quiet for a long moment, the previous anger and frustration replaced by something akin to deep thought. The news report about DRIT played on the silent TV screen, a constant reminder of the power struggle going on outside these walls. “So, you’re saying… she believes in me?” He finally murmured, his voice barely audible.

**** Kory was having a nice dip in the bathtub when Thane called her through a mind-link. “What are you doing presently?” He asked. Kory smiled shyly, thinking about the day he'll get to see her nude. Thane, similarly, was taking a bath under the shower. As night drew closer, Thane could feel his arousal getting more and more unstable. He desperately wants her under him right now. He smirked at his own lewd imaginations. “I'll definitely break her.” Thane whispered, running his fingers sensually through his curly white brown hair. Thane was blessed with a pair of ocean deep blue eyes, a jawline sharper than others, making him stand out more.

he exclaimed, motioning for him to come to him. Thyron approached quickly, and Xander whispered something. I'd like to hear what they're saying, but I'm too far away. What did he say quietly? "Thank you, bro!" Xander exclaimed as Thyron nodded. Xander quickly left and approached Jannah. Kyaahhhh! Xander trades Thyron for Jannah as a partner. Wow! Yeyyy! I had assumed they were not partners! As they looked at me, I just smiled. ""Is my impact on you that great, Ms. Duffel, that you're still smiling?"

Nobody in the underworld was innocent. Some of us were worse than the others. Nonetheless, that chip could put all of us behind bars and get us executed. It would expose our world, but not only the Thorns of Omertà’s world, but also all of the others. Kingpins. Billionaire Kings. Cosa Nostra. Cartels. Yakuza.

"There is zero margin for structural error, Lardon." "If my claws had occupied the campground last watch, my fury would have ripped Tavros Kane's throat to pieces for mocking your unranked name!" Thalia Runehart roars, slamming her fist against our breakfast table. "Calm your inner beast, Thalia," I say, keeping my masculine voice perfectly steady. "My physical shell houses far more critical cellular decay to process than their petty tribal insults." Ronzek Hale POV "Lardon—" I start, my brow ridge contracting sharply as my path intersects with a vanguard squad outside the Frostfang Data Nexus building.

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

Just then, I heard the door close behind me and felt Xander step to my side. “I know you’ve met before,” Xander said, “but let me formally introduce you. Katharina, this is my Beta and closest friend—Jaxon Thorne. Jaxon, this is Katharina. She…” He paused briefly. “She’ll be helping with the moon vein.” I turned to look at him, only to find him watching me closely as well. “Jaxon will be coming with us,” he added. “Is that alright with you?” Isn’t it a little late to ask that now?

And then, I looked at Xander. He wasn't fighting. He was letting the ink swallow him, his eyes closed, his body ready to accept the liquidation because he believed his entire existence was a fraud. "Xander Thorne," I said, my voice cutting through the mechanical clacking of the rewrite. "I don't care about the First Draft."

The roving security guards stationed just inside the entrance stiffened, their eyes widening infinitesimally, but they were too afraid to speak. I was frozen. Xander Thane had only opened a car door for me. A simple act. And yet it was anything but straightforward. Not for a man like him. He wouldn’t look at me as I walked out, too stunned to even talk. Then if that wasn’t enough he opened the trunk— And pulled out my luggage. I nearly choked. The Xander Thane. The Lycan King, cold and powerful.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.