Thor: The Dark World Algrim Novels & Stories

He had no control over his body anymore. “Sam!” the Boyce girl shouted but due to being restrained, she could not do much. His friends seemed equally horrified. “I, Dominic Dark, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, in witness of the Moon Goddess, shuns you from the pack under the crime of breaking the 300th absolute rule. You shall never cross the boundaries of my territory or will be put under a death sentence,” I declared and enjoyed how his arms and legs turned completely disfigured. The cold air around started to gush in full force and the flames on the torches flickered. The trees swayed and the lit torches soon dimmed. It all turned to complete darkness, the moon acting as the only sourc

Beneath the black armor layered with wolfsbane and dark silver, great power pulsed wildly. Algebar De Rigel. Orion's new leader. Stronger, more dangerous, and more ruthless than any enemy they had ever faced. He raised his hand, and the ground beneath their feet trembled. Waves of poison energy spread, making the air feel heavy and suffocating. "You think you can stop us?" His voice was deep, echoing throughout the terrain. "You, three half-human, half-beast creatures, dare to go against the will of the world?" Altair took a step forward, his teeth clenched tightly.

One hundred years had passed since I arrived at Thornwood in chains, a carefully bred weapon sent to destroy the three cursed Alphas and complete the Entity’s dark ascension. The estate had transcended every legend ever told about it. Thornwood was now the eternal heart of a new world a kingdom of light, knowledge, and chosen family where the old Sanctuary’s corruption was remembered only as distant cautionary tales.

With a sadistic glint, I shifted to my ruthless massive black wolf with golden paws and vermillion red eyes. The cocky Alphas charged as one. Zeus ripped through the lot of them like a tornado. Loud and percussive howls rang through the air. Ripped furs and clawed flesh spurted and spattered blood across the parched ground. My powerful jaws snarled viciously as I took them down in bulks. Zeus was high on adrenalin, enjoying his playtime. The ground was strewn with deeply injured bodies, glowing a dark crimson. Thorak Helberg.

He carried two curved blades that hummed with a strange, damp energy. "This is Thorne," Fenris said. "He is an Eclipse-Stalker. His blades are forged from the same silver that Jackson used to poison the exiles. They are designed to drink the light of the sun". The circle was drawn in the center of the square—a ring of salt and cold iron. I stepped into it, the ground beneath my feet feeling like the cobblestones of my rejection once again. But I was not that girl anymore.

I tried to scream, but there was no air, no sound, just the echo of his voice inside my collapsing thoughts: “You should not have come here.” And then— Darkness, cold, and silence. And nothing else. Eldric Thorne died in the middle of Blackwood Forest, body untouched, soul obliterated, destiny carved to pieces by a six-year-old monster the likes of which the wolves had never seen and will never forget. Damon left the forest quietly afterward, as if he had merely plucked a weed from the soil, as if he had righted a minor inconvenience rather than killed the most powerful wolf lawmaker of the century.

Logan Theon. Ruler of Darkfang. The door to his room was suddenly pushed open and a guy wearing a dark cloak above his head that covered his eyes walked in. The cloak reached his foot. He was Logan's inside man in Ember Wolves castle. " What's the news, it better be good" Logan said still smiling. "They now have thoughts of your return, and I have information about the Alphas special sword. It's a silver sword gotten from the human world" The unknown guy said and Logan smiled wider.

She didn’t even realize she’d felt so hot, right by her was Thor who was clearly speaking to Odin and there were others here. “I told you. I told you that the shaking was Jormungand. It has begun and we are already behind!” This was a woman that spoke, but Tamara wasn’t sure who she was. She put the tip of the blade to the floor and pushed herself up. “This mortal took the blade from Surt. She ripped it from Fenrir’s mouth and took the world burner from him.” There was silence to that statement and Tamara stood up and gripped the blade as Odin moved forward. There was power in this man, there was no joke about that and he had dark determination in his gaze. Her grip grew tighter on the handl

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

It takes seemingly forever but I get closer. There’s so much going on and I can barely make sense of it all. The wolves and their extras are now in a huddled group. They’re spread out, sure, but they're surrounded. From the rolling hill just beyond the packhouse, I can see it all. A giant hellhound blasting fire and sucking fireballs right out of witch hands, wolves rolling and tackling vampires and witches. Lightning from witches and - Ally. She’s taking on two shadows. Two Soul Eaters. I’m in awe of her for a moment. She hasn’t had the kind of intense lifelong training the rest of us have had, but she’s more than holding her own. And with her wolf by her, she’s strong as h*ll.