Thor Odinson Novels & Stories

I was the eldest and deserved to be respected. "You have violated the law of our kind. Sealing a secret is our utmost law, but you violated it and revealed it to our creatures on Earth. Alectrona, this will be your final judgment!" Thorin's father, the god of war, butted in as he stood up on his throne.

Like he did now to a doctor. Normally, they should be the ones with the command. “Will you come in?” I asked after I had placed my hand on the doorknob. He shook his head. “No, I am going to work.” He turned his head. “Didn’t you come here because of my mom? Wouldn't be a waste of a trip if you didn't see her before you left?” My eyes were on his stud back, tall and huge frame. He could pass for sport. His body was built like that of Thor, the god of the thunder. All I could see was an incredible body.

Another voice seizes my attention. I look up and he's sitting right opposite me. Sleek silver Blond hair, dressed in a grey suit, having a huge sign of JERK on his forehead. My fucking half-brother in the other world, who's just as legitimate as I am in this world. Thor.

Jonah POV It's three in the afternoon when I finally leave the packhouse. I glance to find ten missed calls from the douche who put me in this position. Going to the treeline behind the house, I quickly disrobe behind a tree, shoving my clothes into the bag I bring whenever I come here. My bones break and reform as I shift into Thor, a massive white wolf with a black paw and patches over his left eye and right ear. Thor's eyes are such a light blue they are practically silver. After stretching and shaking out his fur, he picks up our bag before sprinting into the forest toward our territory.

He hummed at the touch and flipped me over. "Was last night not enough for you." He smirked. "I will never get enough of you Mr. Thorn." I saw a flash in his eyes. I had forgotten how much he loved me calling him that. With a swift move his hand was between my legs tracing circles on my most sensitive spot. I threw my head back into the pillow moaning. I couldn't take it any longer, I pushed him off me and tossed him to the side. I straddled him and hovered myself over his erection. I rubbed myself up and down him.

That presence which is like a force he unknowingly carries around with him is on full display and it attracts them. Everyone - male or female- is attracted to Ash Thunder. He's a god in a room full of mortal men, a donut on a table of Brussels sprouts, he's as mesmerizing as a brightly lit and twinkling Christmas tree in a pitch-black room. It's so obvious that everyone's lust pit is reacting to him.

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

Out of the light, appears Odin on his midnight black stallion Sleipner. Odin is wearing a golden chest plate that glows like fire in the white light. He wields his powerful sword Gungnir in one hand and his mighty axe hangs from his belt. He's ready for battle. Behind him in mighty rows stands the Viking army in the thousands. Indra throws herself up on Rubrum's back and screams: "There will never be peace between us, Lucifer! I challenge you!"

Riordan’s eyes gleamed with hope and stared at Thomas for a long time. To increase Riordan’s confidence in him, Thomas added, “Aside from the identity that I mentioned earlier, I am also the God of War from the west coast, in charge of thousands of troops. I believe I am capable enough to solve your problem.”

"What are you getting at? Who is he?" As a Governor in the Imperial Order, Odin had been stationed abroad right from the start. He rarely set foot back home, his life a whirlwind of official duties with little time for anything else. He barely crossed paths with the Shadow Sect, so the Judge and Howard were strangers to him. "Judge, show him your blade," Howard said, turning to his companion. With a swift flick of his wrist, the Judge sent the Cold Moon Saber spinning through the air. It sliced a silver arc in front of Odin's eyes before burying itself hilt-deep in the wall beside him.