Thomas The Tank Engine Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Thomas himself was built like a tank, with three sons who looked like they could bench-press small cars. “So you're Christian's new female.” Thomas looked me up and down. “Here to tell me I'm wrong about my territory?” “I'm here to listen to your case.” For the next hour, Thomas shouted. Literally shouted. About his grandfather's markers, his family's maintenance of the hunting trails, and his contributions to the pack. His wife, Linda, sat in the corner, wringing her hands, looking like she'd aged ten years from stress. Thomas's youngest son, Michael, kept glancing at his phone, his expression miserable.

"You are my uncle." "Biologically? Yes. But I watched Marcus erase my brother from history. Fake his death in that motorcycle accident. Then weaponize what remained of him into that creature you met today. So uncle feels inadequate. I prefer architect. Designer of your destruction." "Where is Thomas now? Where is Kane?"

“Thomas is in the square. He has the script. He gave me a preview and he’s very loud.” “Good. Tell him to start.” I move back to the window. Thomas is a professional agitator. Hollis found him in a tavern near the border. He has a voice like a foghorn and the moral compass of a feral cat. I paid him ten gold pieces to stand on a crate and scream that Kieran is mentally unstable, that he sent Alexei away to sell pack secrets to Redmaw, and that the grain surplus is actually poisoned. It’s crude, yes. But fear is a crude instrument.

His furious eyes are right next to me and his heavy breathing mixes with mine. A sideways smile was my response to that. How strange was it that I was turned on by his attitude? Damn, I'd end up in his bed today. "If you open your mouth to defend him again, I will kill you!" Thomas threatens. I feel a shiver rising through my body and a torturous tingling begins between my legs. I flash him another big smile, making him huff in anger. "Throw him out there, I need to educate my fiancée." Thomas speaks towards his men.

“You think I haven’t done my part? I raised him because his father wouldn’t even look at him. Not once.” Thomas scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “I wouldn’t look at him? I did what I could. I had responsibilities—more than you seem willing to acknowledge. I tried to be present, truly I did. But you,” he spat, “you pushed me away from his childhood. Your mad stunt of going back to your father’s place until he turned five, because I didn’t want to try for another child left me with nothing but an empty shell of a boy. Now I see where he got it from.”

My chest breathes a big sigh of relief, and my mouth promptly complains about the warrior, "Just a second ago in the hallway, Thomas tried to use his big fists to hit my skin!" Vickon’s dark eyes, completely cold and bottomless like the deep winter sea, fix straight onto Thomas's frame. "Go to the training grounds and punish your own flesh," he orders, his voice sounding completely icy. Thomas's muscles go totally stiff, shooting my face a super venomous, deadly wolf glare—if looks could claw a skin to death, my body would be dead on the stone floor right now. My lips flash him a super triumphant, happy smile. Watching Thomas's chest nearly explode with pure warrior rage, my boots turn right

The whole situation between Thomas and Tula was stressful and bizarre. I’m thankful to my mate, who really doesn’t like the sprites, for calling King Ailduin and finding out how to save Tula. As Thomas leaves, taking Tula with him to his room at the packhouse to recover, I turn to my mate. “Have I told you lately how amazing you are and how lucky I am to be mated to you?” I tell him, meaning every word. He pulls me to him. “I love you too, but you aren’t going to be feeling lucky when I tell you that I want that damn bullet out of your shoulder now and I don’t want any more interruptions.”

"Tyler, what if he—what if he comes for me and you try to stop him and he kills you? What if I lose you? What if our baby grows up without a father because Thomas is—is—" "Stop." I cupped her face. "Baby, that's not going to happen. Thomas is a coward who hides behind letters and hired rogues. If he actually tried to come for you himself, face to face—I'd destroy him."

“I fixed this for you, Mrs. Thomas. I hope you find someone else that could fix the broken tools in your kitchen.” Mrs. Thomas scoffed kind heartedly. “Don’t you worry your head over us, little one. You make a success of that school they’re sending you to and maybe you’ll even find your match there.” She answered with barely contained tears. Mrs. Thomas was fond of her, since she had grown up with her taking her under her wing as a female parental figure. Ember was close to tears as well, but she refused to show weakness. “Humans don’t have mates, Mrs. Thomas.” She answered with a forced light giggle.

“I’m surprised you’re even willing to leave your territory. Let alone choose to come to mine. Aren’t you afraid I’ll try to keep you there?” “And what? Start a pack war? Or lose my pack just to keep me?” “Gods, how did everything get some complicated?” Thomas tiredly threw his arm over his face while his brain became bogged down with complications and politics. “That’s it enough. I can’t think anymore. I’m going to sleep.” “You do that. I won’t be reading much longer.” She dimmed the lights now and read the book on her phone for a little while before she too stretched out and took a nap.