Thor & Loki Blood Brothers Novels & Stories

Marco panics, stomping into the training ground with Stephen following behind. “I understand your worries, Alpha, but you would have sensed him if he were close. His father's blood in your system will give you a signal,” Stephen replies. Marco clenches his fists, recalling that night. It’s true, the Lycan blood can sense their own if they’re close by. That night, I felt something—a vibration through my body. Excitement? Worry? I couldn’t tell. But I followed my instinct, only to find Lowell killing my men.

He told me about the two brothers that came from the human world, those two bastards entered into Rogue territory and promised the Rogue’s, sanctuary and wealth in exchange for their help to get revenge on Blood moon pack… The Rogue told me that the brothers were werewolves, and they both had Alpha blood. Those two bastards killed my wife and they also wanted my company. I didn’t spare the Rouge’s life, i ripped his heart out of his chest. And since that day, I’ve been looking for the two brothers.

I hate being bothered by flies! I kicked him off me--- only to see the tail ends of Kendrick’s wolves hightailing it out of there. Fuck! Thor was on me again, apparently pissed that I ignored him. His teeth sank deep into my flank, ripping away some of the flesh. I howled, as pain short through every fiber in my body, which seemed to amuse the fucker! Asshole! Suddenly, Thor was knocked off me by a huge gray wolf, who easily ripped into Thor like he was made of paper.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Like I was electrocuted, I pushed him off me and also took a step back. "Erm...erm...," Well f*ck me because I had no idea what to say. My thoughts were all jumbled up and the only thing keeping me sane by the minute was the fact that I was staring straight ahead the cell and not into those confusing orbs. Lest I forget, why were their orbs so haunting? One minute both orbs of the brothers are beautiful, the next minute their scary and then a disaster. What the hell is going on?

Charlotte's mouth dropped at the mention of her brothers. "Oh yes. I know who you are," Drakor replied. "I found great joy in turning the Brotherhood against the Barinovs. If they aren't already killing each other, they soon will be. Your death will be made to appear like the other side was responsible. Blood calls out for blood, and when it is over, I will finish off whoever is still alive. But your drug intrigues me, so we will chat a little longer." Shit Charlotte's heart skipped a few heartbeats, the rush of terror hitting her anew.

They sounded like men. “Mia, you have to come back,” a hand grabbed my shoulder and I screamed, trying to get it off. When I saw who it was, my eyes widened. It was one of the Triplets, there was a gaping hole where his heart should have been and it was bleeding black blood. “What happened to you?” I asked, reaching forward to touch him. That's when I noticed the others writhing on the floor. Where Jaxon and Jackson's hearts were supposed to be were holes.

Seeing Zion like this reminds me too much of the spell that had been aimed at Sly and missed, almost killing me. Hearing my distress, Thorne stops. “This bastard would have killed you,” he snaps. “And you want me to spare him?” I nod slowly. “He’s my boyfriend…um, ex-boyfriend. He doesn’t know, Thorne. He thinks I’m human and that I’ve been tricked by…” “By the monsters,” he spits, finishing my sentence. “I know how men like him think.” Thorne reaches over and pulls down the collar of Zion’s shirt. A freshly tattooed infinity symbol in the center of a burning sun. The symbol of the Brotherhood of the Sun. The ink is still fresh, the skin around it very pink.

The only thing more tempting to Thor than sex is a really good battlefield massacre. He makes an unhappy noise in his chest, clearly torn. His brothers are laughing at his struggle. I decide to help him out. I lean up and kiss him. “We stay, listen to the angels, and then I teleport us to bed and suck your soul out through your cock. Deal?” He sits. “Okay.” “She’s got your number, brother,” Loki snorts. “Careful, or she’ll have you pussy-whipped.” “She already does,” Thor says proudly, nuzzling my ear.