Thor Ragnarok It's My Birthday Novels & Stories

“Go fetch Rune. We must start the ceremony.” I hold my comment on why it is necessary that we welcome our people into the new year with the lycans, but I force a smile to my face before turning to search for the idiot prince. “Princess,” a deep male voice says and I turn to find Thorne’s eyes taking in my form with a delicious spark of lust in his eyes. He takes my hand and presses a wet kiss to my knuckles. “Happy birthday.”

I watched as Ragnar wrapped his hand around her neck. “Die, you fucking bitch!” Ragnar seethed, his hand tightening around Sorava’s neck, but she only laughed. “You first.” “Ragnar!” I croaked, but my voice wasn’t loud enough to warn him in time. Sorava’s eyes glows once again and Ragnar was hoisted up into the air. Rava rose to her feet while I struggled to the same but couldn’t. “I don’t need you and I certainly don’t need Khai. I don’t anyone to rule this world, because it is all mine alone. It was fun while it lasted, you fuck pretty good too.”

To my relief a loud banging was coming from his bedroom door. “I’m busy!” Thane yelled at whoever was pounding. The pounding didn’t stop, then someone yelled through the door. “Alpha Thane, you are needed urgently!” Thane stood up and adjusted himself inside his ripped jeans. He looked down at me as he spoke. “I was really looking forward to having my way with you right now. However, I'll quickly take care of this and be back to you before the clock strikes midnight.” He grinned down at me. That is right! My 18th birthday is soon, but what time is it? Maybe my wolf will be powerful enough to help me get Gabriel out of this.

“It’s alright, I like fucking you in bed just the same.” Imara’s knees buckled under as his tongue found her mark. As her eyes closed tight while the euphoric wave of pleasure gripped her between her legs, a knock came to the door. Ben breathed in sharp through his nose as he released Imara and said, “God dammit, your brother has the worst timing. That man’s been cockblocking me for a century now.” As Imara pulled away from his warm chest, Ben yelled, “What is it Thorin?” Thorin opened the door and smirked as he realized he was interrupting something he wasn’t meant to. “We were just wondering if you were going to stay in since there’s a storm coming.”

In a swift motion, Ragnar's head collided with his, sending him sprawling backward as his hand stung from the impact. "How dare you manipulate Aloha? What have you done to her?" Ragnar's grip on his chin tightened, lifting his face to meet his wrathful gaze. In an instant, Ragnar snapped the chains that bound him. Only a fool would dare to challenge the Cursed Alpha known as Alpha Ragnar. The mere flick of his hand had the power to send anyone to their grave. Instantly, tears welled up in George's eyes.

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She is in a heavily guarded castle. - It did not seem like a challenging task last time. I had no problems getting inside. -Patricia said with confidence. - Maybe you were lucky that time. - Solomon pointed out, trying to show her how ridiculous this idea was. - There will be no mercy if they catch you. - That is why I am not going to do it now. There is an important event coming up. I will do it then. - What event? - Solomon asked her with curiosity. - My husband's birthday. He may not be a king anymore, but I am sure his sons will throw him a party. What a lovely combination. Celebration of birth and mourning over the death. - Patricia giggled like that was a joke for her.

It was obvious to me that Calvin was green with envy as he glared at Callum. Karen began to sob. Her words shattered the tense silence. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Latham! Mrs. Latham and I gave birth on the same day, and I selfishly had my husband switch the babies. Calvin is, in fact, your biological son. "I'm so sorry for doing this, Callum! I merely wanted you to live a better life with the Latham family. Please forgive me!" Callum was visibly shaken by Karen's revelation. It also sparked a flurry of whispers in the crowd.

I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin. “Ragnarök.” Tara braces her hands on the table on either side of the book. “It’s not an end, so much as a renewal. But for the gods, it’s very much an end.” “I don’t like the sound of that,” I say, dread piercing my heart. “You know, since they’re using Nathan and I as avatars for gods in their little plan.”

The thought struck so hard I physically flinched. And standing alone in a penthouse that offered zero warmth or comfort, I realized something terrifying. For the first time since falling in love with Nashian Blackthorpe...I knew him as little as he knew me. He doesn’t even know it’s was my birthday on Saturday. February 29th. A date that only exists every four years. I’d mentioned it once, months ago, laughing about Livvy and her family wanting to throw me a party. He’d continued typing on his phone and changed the subject.