Thor: The Dark World Algrim Novels & Stories

"The stewards of the wolf-soul. The keepers of the hierarchy. See how quickly their silver turns to lead when the night finally finds them." To my left, Alpha Thorne let out a roar of defiance. He was a man of the Sun, a high-ranking Alpha who had never known a defeat he couldn't buy or bury. He swung his massive silver blade, the enchanted metal glowing with a blinding white light. He lunged for Selene, a golden lion trying to tear the throat out of the winter. "Die, you freak!" Thorne bellowed.

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood. But his grandfather knew what a powerful alpha his grandson would become, but he never imagined that he would suffer so much for not being guilty of anything. Aurora ran to look for her warrior son and found him devouring one of his enemies who was chasing him. Soon it was dawn and he would return to his human form and with the help of his pack who was also in mourning, she welcomed Delmom when he needed it. “Father, Delmom, he doesn’t listen to me, he has so much hate in his heart his desire is only revenge.

system: Ryker provided the physical kinetic energy, Silas mapped the spatial ley-lines, and Elara acted as the living furnace that kept the Void-Glass from shattering under the pressure of the deep sea. ​But with the arrival of Alaric, the balance was shattered. He was a Thorne, the original Thorne and the ship recognized him. It groaned under the weight of his presence, the walls pulsing with a sickly, golden light every time he breathed. ​Caleb stood by the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall, his arms crossed over his chest. He was a Nomad, a man of open spaces and wandering winds, but here, in the belly of this dark-glass beast, he felt like a caged animal.

But he would not touch them. I roared across the field as I cut down another shadow wolf. “Thorn! Your fight is with me!” Thorn turned his massive head toward me, violet eyes blazing with dark amusement. His body, enhanced by Nyra’s stolen power, towered over the battlefield. Living shadow rippled across his skin like muscle made of night. He laughed, the sound rolling like thunder. “Come then, Alpha. Let me show you how weak your light truly is.”

The creatures in the darkness were no longer just lurking-they began to step into the light, revealing their forms. Raven held her breath. The figures were tall, thin, with black eyes that shone in the darkness. Their skin looked like flowing shadows, changing shape with their steps. The whispering voice continued, echoing inside her head. "Elara... we've been waiting for you... Come back with us..." She felt her heart beating faster and faster. "Professor," she whispered in a trembling voice. "What are they...?" "The Dark Guardians," Professor Valtorius replied, his voice remaining calm though his expression hardened. "They are beings who seek to bring your family's legacy back into the sha

I hit the ground, choking, and saw Fenna get swarmed by two others. We were being cut apart. We were ten, and we were not enough. Despair washed over me, cold as the river. This was it. My gamble. My failure. From the top of the ravine, a new sound echoed. A howl. But not just any howl. It was the deep, thunderous, world-shaking howl of my father. I looked up. The rim of the ravine was lined with wolves. Dozens of them. And at the center, in his massive, primal wolf-form, was Alpha Thorin. His amber eyes burned with a fury that could melt stone. He was here. With the entire pack army.

Gemini whispered to herself, just as GLZ appeared by her side. "They're here to help," GLZ stated simply, keeping her gaze fixed on the group as they got closer. “These are the ones I told you about.” Gemini’s mind raced. GLZ had mentioned that allies would come, but she had expected reinforcements from their world—not... whoever these beings were. The silver-haired man stopped a few feet from Gemini and GLZ, bowing slightly before he spoke. “I am Thorne. We have come to offer our assistance in your war against Loki.”

“You are the direct descendant of Lyaria Vaelthorn—the last blood heir of the ancient Umbrawolf line. A shadow wolf. And Thora is no ordinary wolf—she’s a Guardian Spirit, sent to protect the chosen bloodline.” Thora let out a low, shivery growl inside me, something between awe and fear. “You mentioned the spirit world… the Umbra Realm,” I said, eyes locked on his. “What is that, really?” “The Umbra Realm is a reflection of our world. A shadow dimension where energy, souls, and ancient power exist side by side. Only certain bloodlines can cross into it—Umbrawolves.” I stared, my tongue suddenly dry. “So… I can go there?”

One moment, I’m about to seriously dislocate his shoulder and the next, my miserly weapon dangles from my fingers while strong fingers wrap around my throat, leaving me unable to breath. I drop the trunk completely and claw at the hand around my throat. I feel myself being lifted from the ground. I hear mother’s distressed cry and Sophia’s whimpering, but all my mind registers is the manner in which the stranger’s skin burns into mine, branding me…just like the monster in my dreams. I begin to feel dizzy from the lack of air, but just before I pass out, he opens his eyes and familiar, fierce, golden orbs pin me in place, setting my already burning soul aflame.