Thomas The Tank Engine Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Somehow we found a way. “Why don’t you want anyone to know, Thomas?” Thomas’ blue eyes turned glassy and his pale face now painted with a soft pink. “Um, see,” Thomas sniffiled as he tried to get the words out of his trembling mouth. Offering Thomas a comforting hand on his shoulder, the Luna inside me feeling emotional that one of our packmates is hurt, a thousand thoughts running rapid through my mind - Arrow wouldn’t reject Thomas, I’ve seen him protect him! Thomas clearly has a thing for Arrow, they both would have supporting friends and co-workers, and plus, Chelsa and Ruby were in a very happy relationship, so why could Arrow and Thomas be in one?

Anything Grace or I need, Thomas has managed to get it. Thomas’s job as a butcher doesn’t pay much. But we don’t need much other than each other. Please be okay, Thomas, I need you. You can’t leave me here without you! “Tobias and I are Dragon shifters,” My eyes widen to the size of mars! Thomas told me all about Dragon shifters and how they are not good people. Thomas was born to a wolf mother and a dragon father. Thomas was classed as a mistake and thrown away as though he meant nothing to no one.

“What do you want, I promise to make the best product for you, my dad’s company is also very good.” “Only Zach can produce what I want and even though he would agree to produce it, he wouldn't keep mute when he knows what he is producing it for.” “Mr Brooke..” “We both know the cause for Thomas Ship sailing,” Aiden went pale at once. “Thomas might be cool because of his kids and also believed it was a natural disaster, but can be dangerous when he knows the truth.” Thomas isn't someone to be messed with, he and Lucas are of the same level of riches.

The pendant spinning in the light as I held the chain between my thumb and middle finger. A surprised look on his face. “Miss Evens?” “Yes she’s far more than a weird teacher.” I scoffed. Thomas is in his early twenties, a good man and warrior but his head filled with finding his mate, fixing cars and training left little room for academics. Pulling up to the house I thanked Thomas for his help and the ride. As expected the place was empty. I knew JoAnn wouldn’t be far from the girl, her motherly instincts unwavering. Eric’s bond to this girl however made me uneasy, this girl could cause serious problems. Even start a war if we aren’t careful.

She laughed and Grace pulled away and stared at her face. "So, do you not like me anymore? Do you wanna find someone else?" Grace asked her with a pout and Cora smiled. "I wouldn't ever do that, I'll love you forever. I'm happy that you could move on and be a stronger person." Cora hugged her tightly and Grace noticed that her heart was beating fast, she was anxious even at the thought of leaving her. Grace smiled and buried her head into the crook of her neck for she was blushing a little bit.

his deep, smooth voice suddenly cut through the sound of the rain. My heart did a violent flip against my ribs. I froze, holding my candle tight. "I... I was just getting water. The power is out." Thomas stood up from his chair. He was a tall, imposing man, and as he walked slowly toward the door, his shadow completely swallowed me. He stopped right in front of me, his gray eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my knees instantly go weak. His gaze slowly dropped down my body, taking in the sight of my big boobs straining against the white silk nightgown.

"I know, right? But you can't blame me. You practically stole my best friend away from me. Anyways, goodbye." I nodded then she turned and left. I felt lighter, one witch leaving. When I find Jenny, the two others will be leaving too. Not knowing how much time I had wasted talking to Tasha, I hurriedly opened the door and found Thomas leaning against the wall. He wasn't looking so good. He looked so tired and had bugs under his eyes which meant he did not sleep well. I guess he was worried as I was but I was not sure how much he was worried.

Marcus had carved pieces of himself into Thomas's psyche, replacing loyalty with obsession, love with hunger. *Hello, cousin,* Marcus's voice slithered through Thomas's thoughts. *Come to play in minds again? You always were too soft for this work.* I found him at Thomas's core – not Marcus himself, but a fragment, feeding on the wolf's essence. Burning it out was like performing surgery with fire. Thomas screamed. I screamed. The baby kicked hard enough to crack one of my ribs. When I emerged, Thomas was free but I was weaker. Gray streaked my hair where it had been solid brown.

A minute later, Mabel was neighing and dragging her unicorn all over the lobby while Adam helped a now frustrated-looking Miles rebuild his wooden tower. I walked back up to Thomas. He looked irritated. “Does he really have to be here?” he said, “I mean I understand that the children are attached to him but don’t you think he spends a bit too much time with them?” Thomas glanced sideways. “And I can make soup for Adeline, too!” I smiled weakly. “Thomas,” I sighed, “I understand everything that you’ve said so far. But there is not even the faintest possibility of anything working out between us when your own mother is against it and you already have a fiancée to boot.”