Thor X Bruce Novels & Stories

Yet they still focused on the task at hand. After about 2 minutes of continuously pummeling her father into the ground, Thrud’s anger was sated. It was hard to believe that the one known as Alexis across the myriad of realms, who was famed for using her brain to solve most of her problems, could become this violent. “You were really heavy handed,” Thor touched his bruised face and said. One of his eyes was blackened entirely, and his lips had several cuts on them. However, his armor lit up as several strange runes engulfed him, and in less than a few seconds, all these wounds disappeared.

"How's Thor? How is he holding up?" Martha asks to my surprise. I thought she would be angry at Thor for choosing another she-wolf over her daughter. And not just any she-wolf but Alpha Nate's daughter that Ash recently fought with... Okay, maybe she's not the kind of person that goes out of their way to show hate but still, I never expected her to care about Thor's well-being when it seemed like he broke her daughter's heart

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.

He looked so good in his suit, his hair slicked back. God, I loved him. “I know,” I said, and watched him leave. ~Alex~ Christopher wouldn’t get away with this, that slimy little rat, always finding some way to exploit Grace. How many warnings had I given him? And he still keeps finding ways to undermine me. “You should rip his throat out,” Thor growled to me, his tail flicking side to side in agitation. I could tell he was riled up, ready for a fight. But I shook my head. “I already tore him to pieces. It’s not even guaranteed he’ll heal from it.”

I asked carefully. “That’s not going to be fun,” he answered. I took that as a clear sign he didn’t want to have the conversation with me, so I didn’t press further. Pushing an Alpha, especially one already walking the edge of his temper, was never wise. But Thor surprised me. He cleared his throat, averting his gaze momentarily before returning to me. “Since my parents died… I stopped feeling things the way normal people do,” he began. “At least not when it comes to the opposite sex.”

He had also started training beside me often than not lately, quiet and steady like a man determined to make up for a night his loyalty had been unfairly questioned. Jennifer appeared in the garage doorway before I could pick the drill up and something in her face stopped me cold before she said a single word. “Thor is back " she said. "He found something. About the elder.” I dropped the water bottle. I do not remember deciding to move, only that I was across the yard and inside the house before Jennifer had finished the sentence Frey and Gordon close behind me. Thor stood in the room road dust still on his jacket his expression carefully arranged into something that told me the news was not

That presence which is like a force he unknowingly carries around with him is on full display and it attracts them. Everyone - male or female- is attracted to Ash Thunder. He's a god in a room full of mortal men, a donut on a table of Brussels sprouts, he's as mesmerizing as a brightly lit and twinkling Christmas tree in a pitch-black room. It's so obvious that everyone's lust pit is reacting to him.

He replies to my mind with an image of a thumbs up emoji. I launch myself on top of my maker. In an attempt to halt him. The longer I'm in his presence, the more obedient my mark grows and betrays me. I'm trying to hit, bite and even scratch him. The mark is spreading over him shielding my attacks. He continues walking with me on his back. We stop in front of Arlo and Helena trying to make their escape. Arlo steps in front of her but Thorne grabs his throat and throws him away. I pry myself from his back and step in front of Him. His eyes are red and snake like.

“But he said Thorton Gallardo sends his best right before he shot my brother. You’re telling me you have nothing to do with him?” Thor looks utterly offended. “I would never. What gangster in their right mind would ever be caught working with the cops? That’s a death sentence in our world and you know it.” I swallow hard, this new information taking forever to fully digest. I still can’t believe he’s here. It’s only been a week, but it’s like seeing him for the first time in years. I’ve missed him more than I ever thought possible, and it’s only now dawned on me how sad I’ve been without him. I can practically feel his resolve radiating off him. There’s sureness in his eyes, an honesty that

Like I was electrocuted, I pushed him off me and also took a step back. "Erm...erm...," Well f*ck me because I had no idea what to say. My thoughts were all jumbled up and the only thing keeping me sane by the minute was the fact that I was staring straight ahead the cell and not into those confusing orbs. Lest I forget, why were their orbs so haunting? One minute both orbs of the brothers are beautiful, the next minute their scary and then a disaster. What the hell is going on?