Thor Vs Raiden Novels & Stories

All around the wolf, I saw torn clothes on the ground. Kent towered over me as a human, but it was nothing compared to how larger he looked in front of me now. He was the biggest wolf I’d ever seen. Bigger than my sisters. Bigger than my mother. Much bigger than the one that attacked me. Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair.

I couldn't miss a chance to tease her. "If I knew you guys were asleep, I wouldn't have bothered knocking." Her face turned another shade of red and her eyes darkened, but before she could flare up, Raiden appeared beside her. He had on a towel around his waist and a frown on his face. He was bare chested and the sweat glistening on his body, highlighted his abs and other muscular contours. But that wasn't what made me angry. My mate was actually stunned... So stunned that she forgot about me and had her eyes fixed on Raiden's body like she hadn't seen anything like his.

Raiden stared at Shuntha for a bit too long studying his face, as he moved along the bars. “I don’t know, have you seen my brother?” Shuntha slid down the bars and fell to the ground, Raiden noticed that the guardsmen roughed him up. He tore off what remained of his shirt, and his back bled from the scratches. “What do you know, Shuntha?” Raiden made his way to the wooden bench across from the cell. He started taking off his armor which is peculiar, to say the least, it resembled Roman armor with its silver breastplates and shin shields. A plump guard handed him a towel and a silver bowl full of water.

They're killing robots but dumb as hell. Another clap of thunder booms right then, causing a massive earth tremor. Red lightning bolts that seem to be picking who to electrocute and who to let stay alive zip and zap around the battlefield. As wereapes and hybrids get picked at random and electrocuted, I tilt my head and howl into the air. Of course, it's Thor controlling the weather with his Thor powers, leaving charred wereapes and hybrid remains in its wake. Those who are not dead lay vulnerable on the ground for the werewolves to easily finish off.

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.

His machete was fine even after being struck by those lightning bolts, but the hands that held them were charred black. “They lied. He is stronger than Anubis.” Sango swallowed a mouthful of air as he generated this dreaded thought. He had fought Anubis on a few occasions. After all, while Ra and Anubis rarely saw eye to eye, they both hated Sango equally and could agree on that. Sango was someone on par with Anubis, and he had snuck out some victories from underneath the feet of the god of death, as feeble as they were; however, faced with Thor’s full might and a blow that could not possibly be matched by mortals, Sango was forced back! He could feel his Godspark groaning underneath the wei

If the guy literally gifted with calming others is falling apart, we’re officially screwed. Suddenly, light explodes across the field—brilliant and blinding. Everyone shields their eyes. When it fades, Hecate, Selene, and a massive, shirtless man are standing in the clearing. Thor. My first Norse god in the flesh, and of course he looks like he bench-presses mountains. Eight feet tall. Abs for days. A fur-lined cape. Chainmail. War hammer. No shirt. I mean… if you’re gonna make an entrance…

I covered my mouth and screamed, as if I had just seen a ghost. 2 Perhaps Shia did not know who he was. But I recognized that face immediately. Thor, the God of Strength, son of Odin—one of the chief gods reborn in Asgard. Alongside Hodr, the God of Darkness, and Heimdall, the Guardian God, he belonged to the same battle unit. Together, they had slaughtered countless members of the Vanir. Though none of them individually matched Lan’s strength, the three seemed bound together in spirit and soul from birth. Whenever they appeared simultaneously within Vanir territory, no survivors were ever left behind.

Rayden looked at Goro, the giant of a man who loomed before him. The battle axe in the man's hand reflected the pale moonlight, seeming to thirst for blood. His coarse challenge still echoed off the rubble of the square. Faced with such a tangible threat, Rayden showed no emotion. He simply gave a slow nod, as if agreeing to a simple fact. "You're right," he replied softly, his quiet voice a stark contrast to Goro's roar. "There is only one rule."

I said, he got up and extended his arm and helped me up, I glanced at Raiden sharply and he looked very unbothered, he was scrolling through his phone. “Bye Ignacio, it was great have you here.” Alex and Lexi said in unison, they both busted into laugher, we all laughed except Raiden, he was acting like a total bitch. I walked Ignacio out and he immediately let out a deep breath, I laughed. “What happened?” I asked. “There seem to be a type of intimidating aura lurking around Raiden.” He said, I laughed, he’s an Alpha King after all. “Really? Raiden actually has that effect on people.” I said to him, he nodded.