Thor X Reader Novels & Stories

Adora There were absolutely no words in this world to describe how I felt right now. My fingertips had a slight tremor, and I felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen. I covered my mouth with a hand and burst into shaky laughter while sagging against the wall. Thor was alive. He wasn't dead. I kept repeating this like a mantra until I felt warmth all over my body. His eye contact was prolonged, and his smile reached his eyes. Thor wasn't a good person; far from it, he was a rogue and a dangerous one at that, but I didn't want him dead. He was my mate, whether or not I acknowledged it; the bond between us was strong.

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.

He seemed to be both stronger and faster than one would expect a normal human to be. I came around and looked under the hood with him. I’m not a mechanic, but I can change my own oil and spark plugs, routine stuff. I know what a car is supposed to look like under the hood. What I saw under the hood of that car was in no way normal. Mr. X was working on it, though. He had removed his hospital smock and was using it to protect one of his hands from touching hot things apparently. Probably sensing my curiosity, Mr. X began describing what I was seeing. “This is a liquid fluoride thorium reactor, Dr….Carl. It goes for years without refueling. I would love to show you more, but there just isn’t t

“I’ve come to speak to you about Nyra and Axel..” He shifted in his chair, “Oh, the rogues?” “They have feelings too, Ambrose…” I snapped. “I never said they don’t, that doesn’t dispute the fact that they are still rogues. What about them?” The door opened and Thor walked in holding a tray and a cup of water. I gulped down everything and as the cold water flowed down my throat, I felt nothing but pure relief.. “Thank you, Thor.” I muttered, wiping my lips as I handed the cup back to him. He bobbed his head slightly and walked away again, shutting the door behind him.

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 had thought I was getting used to torture, but each hit from Xavier seemed so different and powerful that I wondered if he was a werewolf. He threatened to hit me again, and I opened my mouth to plead for mercy, but all I could do was gasp as he raised his claws to strike my heart. With the pains all over me, I knew I wouldn't survive his long sharp claws, and I wondered why Xander had left me to die yet again.

The cover was pretty and the blurb was mind-blowing Todd couldn't believe that he had this among his collections but he didn't think he had gone through this before. He had been reading for the past fifteen minutes, sitting in the room of Thalia, he was about to flip to the next page when he heard the sound of someone yawning sweetly and loudly, he shuffled around in his chair to look at her, "Are you..." Thalia jumped off the bed, seeing what Todd was reading, she didn't want him to know what she was reading when he wasn't around, she was ready to tug the book from him but he had calculated her movement and had pulled away faster than she anticipate and grabbed her hand.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Thorp told us. Lexi grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed it back letting her know I was there and not going anywhere. “ But he is going to be alright. No lasting damage?” I asked. “ Yes, Luther will be fine in a few days. And no there will be no lasting damage. The claws didn’t go deep enough to hit anything vital.” Thorp said. Lexi leans in to me and I look up sending a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess. “ Can we see him?” Lexi asks. Thorp smiled “ Of course. We will give you some privacy.” He holds open the for us to go in. Lexi takes one step then stops. “ Honey?” I feel her being torn by something. Lexi looks into the room then back towards the hallway. “ I need to check on the wa

His body had gashes marks on his skin, and knowing how quickly alpha heals, I could only imagine the amount of beating he must have gotten this morning for him to have cuts in his flesh so deep and fresh. Staring down at Thor, I realized that he refused to look up at me and kept his head bent. But I felt curious to take a look at his eyes to see if the rumors were true about them being cold and dark. So I squatted to the floor, leaned towards his face, placed my hand beneath his chin, and raised his head. Staring into his eyes, I realized that the rumors were right. There was no soul behind them, and they were indifferent, filled with hate and coldness.