Thor: The Dark World Algrim Novels & Stories

It's bright lights blinded her as she stared straight ahead like a deer caught in headlights. "Who the hell?" One of the men growled as the ignition to the car turned off and the driver side door flew open. Shock rolling through her Summer watched as Asher emerged from the car with a wrench in hand. Like a God of vengeance he was on Cliff who was closest to him within a minute wrench connecting directly with his head. The man yelled as blood began pouring from the spot that it connected with. Ignoring his feeble attempts to hit him Asher swung again this time hitting Cliff's temple. Like a rag doll he crumpled to the ground unmoving.

purpose exactly? What is happening still baffles me. Please do not treat me that way." Helena begged. Her leper-like pleas are strange. Her transformation from a ferocious wolf to a submissive sheep is amusing. "In order to ensure my freedom, I am prepared to speak the truth. I would sacrifice everything to appease the Alpha and regain my life, even if it meant worshipping the ground you walk on. Do not kill me. Nothing in my life has been accomplished." She pleaded for my mercy while sobbing bitterly. "Superb! Now look who is crying. Nobody anticipated this. Not even you," I sarcastically laughed as I made fun of Helena. I did not care about her tears at all. Regardless of how painful it w

Their leader had just pledged his loyalty to the goddess of darkness in exchange for unlimited power. "Huh?!" I was almost hit by a spear when a werewolf suddenly threw his spear at me. "You made the wrong decision throwing this sh!t at me, @ss!" I returned the favor by throwing his spear back at him, and it pierced right through his chest. "That was what humans called bull's eye!" Alaric proudly uttered, boosting my confidence more. "Logan, it looks like Thorin isn't here. The b!tch goddess isn't here either!" He then glanced around. His orbs turned pitch-red when he couldn't find the dark goddess among her militia.

He had heard stories of creatures like this, but he had never actually seen one before. "What do you want?" he asked. "I have come to warn you," Althea said. "There is a darkness coming, a threat that endangers us all. I have been sent to find those who can help us fight it." Leori and his pack exchanged uneasy glances. They were used to dealing with danger, but this was something entirely different. "What kind of threat?" Erica asked, stepping forward. Althea's expression grew grave. "A darkness that seeks to consume everything in its path. It has already destroyed many worlds, and it will not stop until it has consumed everything."

The Veilborn magic had no mercy. It didn't care about allies or enemies. It cared only about survival. The clearing twisted. The air grew thicker. Reality itself frayed at the seams. I stumbled forward, trying to rein it back in—trying to remember who I was. **Thorold.** Son of Ryker and Zara. Alpha Heir of Stormfang. *Not* a weapon. *Not* a monster. I closed my eyes, forcing the thought through the torrent. "I am not theirs," I whispered.

“Your path is yours, child. You do not carry anyone sin.” The figures murmured, recoiling at the words. Thalia gasped, her fingers curling into fists. Slowly, the battlefield changed, light pushing through the darkness. She stood taller, her wolf howling defiantly. Her sword reappeared in her hand. “I am Thalia, a warrior, and I will not bow to a past that is not mine.” The accusing whispers stopped, leaving only the glow of the light. *Darius’s Vision The Shadow Pack Alpha stood in his own hall, his people bowing to Ryder. His teeth clenched. “I am their Alpha!” he roared.

As the men dragged the battered captive away, his sudden scream pierced the air, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned building. “Aiden! Wait!” the man shouted, desperation lacing his voice. “You need to know more! The Serpent... he has people working for him, and they call themselves The Shadows!” Aiden paused, curiosity piqued. He turned back, narrowing his eyes. “What about The Shadows?” The man gulped, fear evident in his trembling hands. “They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!”

He fought on, his eyes fixed on Athena making sure none of luka’s pack member were able to come close to her. Finally, there was only one werewolf left and its Luka’s advisor and right hand man in the pack. He is by name ‘’Thor’’. The werewolf was massive, towering over Ardolf and Athena. His eyes glowed with a fierce, yellow light, and his teeth gleamed in the moonlight. Ardolf stepped forward, his knife held high and his senses and abilities were heightened. Thor lunged at him, his claws slashing through the air. Ardolf sidestepped the attack, his knife flashing out and striking Thor in his right arm deeply.

The air around it crackled with dark energy, and the ground seemed to pulse with an unnatural rhythm. "This is it," Fenrir said, his voice low and grave. "The nexus of dark magic. We must destroy it, or its power will consume everything." As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was the dark figure they had faced before, now more powerful and malevolent than ever. "You are fools to challenge me again," it sneered. "This is my domain. You will not leave here alive." Marinetta stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "We’re not afraid of you," she said. "We will end this, here and now."

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!