Thor Odinson Novels & Stories

Christopher was as well the god of war. Katherine and Derrick watched as Christopher sent all the men knocking to the floor. The children were unharmed and had already ran to meet Katherine during the fight. Christopher had no cut in his body, except that his breathing was erratic and he had sweats dripping from his forehead. Katherine felt very grateful to him and hence walked towards him, "thanks so much, General." "You are welcome," he said bluntly and looked at Derrick expressionlessly. Then he turned in an attempt to leave but Katherine quickly spoke, "why don't you let us drive you away in the car we brought?"

He's been Alpha for over five years. Clambering up the stairs, I knock promptly on the door. I'm not going to waste any time. Who knows how long he will give me before he gets bored and sends me off. I'm surprised when Thorran opens the door. For some wild reason, I expected him to be dressed up, as if this was a proper meeting. Instead, he's dressed...normally, in a black grey tunic and trousers. Similar to what I've seen him earlier, however, there's no addition of any fighting leathers, and his hair isn't so smooth. Recently, he's been running his hands through the rich brown strands.

"But they have exposed themselves. By destroying the Aurora Station, they have removed the stabilization field for the global economy. The world is in chaos. Markets are crashing. Governments are panicking." "And Jack Sterling is the hero," a man in Seat 5 (Thor) growled. "The media is calling him the Savior of the North." "Heroes are heavy," Odin said. "They are burdened by morality. By the need to save everyone." Odin stood up. He walked to the massive window that overlooked a subterranean hangar. Inside, thousands of sleek, automated combat drones were being loaded with munitions. "Initiate Protocol: Ragnarok," Odin commanded.

Odin. He’s leaning against the doorframe like he’s lived here his whole life, wearing a basic gray t-shirt that’s a little too tight across his chest and dark trousers. His hair is a complete disaster, messy in a way that says he either just rolled out of bed or hasn't slept at all. Instantly, my face turns sour. “Why do you keep coming in here like you own the goddamn place? Get out, Odin.” I snap; he doesn't even flinch, just looks at me, his eyes traveling from my face down to my feet before settling back on my annoyed expression.

This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world. Odin just disguises himself as an ideal loving father, but in reality, he's an identified species. Heck, I even don't know if he's a werewolf or a vampire. For me, he's a monster. He is so powerful. His powers can be comparable to God. He gave me to Leandro, a brilliant genius, and they started experimenting with my body. I don't know what they're doing in my body. And every single day, I begged them to stop. But every time I show weakness, they beat me up to death.

No one, and I mean no one, in town should know that my grandfather is a leader of an underground crime syndicate. But Heidi also told me that Odin uses his money for charity. He builds a home for the orphan or helps a school that requires technology. Odin has done many things to make the world a better place. He changed his ways when he met my grandmother. Odin showed me his wife; I couldn't believe how much I looked like her, except she had blonde hair and dark eyes. Then he showed me, my dad, when he was a little boy, Ares looked exactly like our dad when he was his age.

I pushed the angry deity back with all my strength, granting me a few moments respite; making good use of that moment of breath I summoned lightening and hurled enough tons to level the hill of Ire on its master holding the lightening for as long as I could. When the smoke cleared, I beheld Ogun still standing, black with soot his eyes glowed red, ripping muscles struggled to escape the confines of divine armor, he laughed and tore at his armor, his muscles morphing like ocean waves, Ogun was just getting warmed up as he has gone totally berserk, then I knew I was in trouble.

Yet, that's what his fellow Gods think is the reason behind the love the humans have for him, but it goes farther than that, as Alec himself intently cares for the people. "What are you doing Alec? You're supposed to be helping not cracking useless jokes," Odell speaks up still making Alec smirk harder. Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

If the guy literally gifted with calming others is falling apart, we’re officially screwed. Suddenly, light explodes across the field—brilliant and blinding. Everyone shields their eyes. When it fades, Hecate, Selene, and a massive, shirtless man are standing in the clearing. Thor. My first Norse god in the flesh, and of course he looks like he bench-presses mountains. Eight feet tall. Abs for days. A fur-lined cape. Chainmail. War hammer. No shirt. I mean… if you’re gonna make an entrance…