Thor X Bruce Novels & Stories

The hatred would be there while I watched him do whatever he liked with anyone he wanted to do with. Xander is the son of Alpha Xavier, and there was just no difference in cruelty. They were both so heartless and powerful. I could tell Xander would be more gruesome than his father the moment he became the Alpha. My name is Hutton. I am the Alpha Prince of the Blue Moon Pack, one of the most powerful yet intimidated by the Red Moon Pack.

I look back at the car and see Charlie moving around inside it, "you're not funny, the situation is fucked, but I'm not, remember I have a contract, it has a stipulation that if at any time prior to our union, that either of us find our fated mate, the contract will be considered null and void." Chris laughs at Steve, "see this is why he is the Alpha, Gamma, learn from him." Steve slaps Chris on the back, "don't have to, already got my mate and kids, I'm one up on him already." "Remind me again why you 2 are my best friends,?" I laugh as we break through the clump of trees obscuring us from the car. We remove our clothes and place them at the base of a tree and shift, we ran in the directio

I smile at the exchange. My eyes move to his father, who scans me with a gaze full of judgment and uncertainty. I automatically feel self-conscious. Does he already know I’m the weak link? Did Martin tell him? Or someone else in the pack? Can he just sense it? Lena saves me by stepping in front of his stare and smiling. “Alpha Thoran,” she says, hugging him. Surprisingly, he hugs her back, the smallest hint of a smile appearing. “How are you, dear? How is the new pack treating you?” he asks, for a moment deflecting his eyes from me.

"Yes, he's stormed DelaVega City with his strike force. They've killed thousands of people and have burned down nearly a quarter of the City. He's now facing off against Warhammer Bruce." "Warhammer Bruce? He was a part of DelaVega City? This complicates things," Warhammer Bruce was a legend on the continent. He was a famous combat mage, not any less so than his father back then. He's a lot older than Saxon but in terms of strength he was not a bit weaker, he may even be slightly stronger. Xasha had fought Beemo before, and he could never stand up to his Saxon in terms of strength. So he wasn't sure how he would defeat Warhammer Bruce.

I command. He frowns. “Why the hell should I?” “I want to pat you down for weapons.” Thor chuckles. At least, I think it’s a chuckle. The thought of someone like Thor managing anything other than a scowl feels like something ripped from fiction. Nevertheless, he puts his arms out to the side and spreads his legs shoulder-width apart. I waste no time patting him down. His arms, his chest, his waist. I’m rough with him on purpose, mostly because I want to piss him off, but also because there’s something deeply satisfying about finally putting my hands on him. Getting to touch wherever I want, how I want. I click my tongue in disappointment when I find his Beretta tucked into the holster beneat

“Or is it your turn to get it this time?” Thor backed up and shook his head. “I’m not dealing with you today.” “Good, now go back to your friends and get that hand job party started,” Bohdan said with a shit eating grin. Thor couldn’t take it anymore and bolted at Bohdan. Like a twelve gun salute, all four rifles shot at the same time striking Thor in the head. His braincase exploded and he fell to the ground in a bloody heap. Bohdan picked chunks of Thor’s skull off his jumpsuit and flicked them on the ground.

The sound of Thorne’s motorcycle had probably woken him. “What the hell are you doing here?” Brooks shouted at Thorne, his words slurring together. My heart sped up. If these two started fighting, there would be no way I’d be able to stop them. Thorne was controlled, though. He wouldn’t keep going. Not like Brooks would. Thorne had restraint. He had dignity. Brooks had neither. “I think the question is, what the hell are you doing here?” Thorne countered. Brooks mumbled something, but I couldn’t hear him fully.

"He'll hurt the people closest to me and keep hurting them until I either come to him or go to him to stop it." Thor was quiet for a moment. "He won't get the outcome he's planning on." The certainty in his voice was not bravado. It was the specific, grounded certainty of someone stating a fact they had already decided was true. My wolf responded to it with the warm, settling acknowledgment she consistently had to Thor, that recognition that had been there since the night in his room, since the stream, since the doorway of the safehouse. "No," I agreed. "He won't." ***

Meanwhile, Alex was being restrained by Brayden. Some people even used hidden weapons. Brittany was accidentally hit by a flying knife on her shoulder, almost hitting her heart. In that instant, Alex’s murderous intent surged. “Freya, protect my mom!” “Leave everyone else to me!” “Lightning, come forth!” Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Pillars of lightning struck down from the sky, as though Thor had descended to the world. Alex’s cold eyes were filled with surging murderous intent.

“Or this gets ugly.” Thorne only laughed, catching Xander’s arm in a brutal twist. It was too rough, too real. The sparring had turned into a brawl. “Maybe that’s what the pack needs,” Thorne said, his grin still in place. “A reminder of who the real Alpha is.” With a roar, Xander broke free, knocking Thorne back. But Thorne wasn’t finished. He retaliated with a heavy punch to Xander’s ribs, sending him staggering. Both men were covered in sweat and blood now, their movements frenzied.