Thor X Reader Novels & Stories

I stayed at her shoulder, one hand still on her, and when a second medic reached for her wrist to check her pulse I felt something low in my chest go tight and ugly. "Don't touch her." "Alpha, I need to—" "I said don't touch her." Thor's hand landed on my arm. I didn't remember him arriving, but he must have. He gripped my arm tightly, the pressure cutting through the noise in my skull as he hissed. "Let them work," he said, quiet, close to my ear. "You're not helping her by terrifying the people trying to help her." I didn't move. "Draven," he ground out. I took a deep breath and barely moved my hand, leaving it on her shoulder, just enough that the medic could finish what he was doing.

"All right. I'm not insane. I'm not. The bathroom door opened. Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam Steam. With his dark hair moist and clinging to his sharp jawline, Thor emerged. Droplets of water ran down his chest and vanished into the low-slung towel that encircled his hips. He was incredibly attractive, with scarred skin, tough muscles, and an annoyingly flawless face. I lost how to breathe. His golden eyes flickered with astonishment as he stopped abruptly upon seeing me. Then there were his wild wild wild wild wild wild wild wild wild wild glanced objects on the scattered items on the scattered items on the scattered items on the floor, the floor, up on t

"Xander, don't you dare." "I am the Sovereign, Sara," he said, a sad, beautiful smile touching his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small, gold coin the girl had tried to trade. He tossed it up to me. "Keep the change. I’ll see you at the Red Ledger’s end." "Xander!" The boiler room door exploded inward. Three Processors stepped through the smoke, their visors flashing. Xander didn't run. He stood his ground, his arms spread wide. "I am Xander Thorne!" he roared, his voice echoing through the basement like a challenge to a god. "I am the Sovereign of the Zeroes! Come and collect your debt!"

Soon there was an opening and like a deck of dominoes, it was downhill from there. Salesman Vega burst out laughing while he watched the walls melt. He saw Xasha standing there confidently with the three orbs behind him and said, "it seems we had the same idea, tell you what. Let's see which of our orbs is more powerful. Let me show you the difference between the Thorium and the Diamond Realm." Salesman Vega tossed the orb at Xasha without care. If he was hit with that much power he would surely die. But Salesman did not care, he had to kill that kid, or his pride as a man would mean nothing.

My wolf, Eliza, was a low, dangerous growl in my chest, responding not just to the insult, but to the deeper, hidden truth Lena was prodding. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I snarled, my voice barely human. A deep, unfamiliar hum vibrated through me, a primal resonance I hadn’t felt before. The air around us felt thick, heavy, almost vibrating with an unseen energy. Lena flinched, her eyes widening, her smug smirk vanishing. Before either of us could react further, a shadow fell over us. A towering presence. “Lena.” Alpha Xavier Thorne’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. He stood directly behind Lena, his broad shoulders blocking the light. His eyes, cold and calculating, swe

"You dare touch her?" My grip tightened. I wanted to feel the life fade out of the person who had used thorns in prickling my love story. Ada’s eyes went wide; rolling in its socket, her hands clawing at my wrists, her face turning that same blue I had seen in the movies of people dying . "JOSHUA! STOP!" THIRD PERSON POV The door burst open. Chief Adeyemi didn't hesitate. He was a man of his age, but he had the desperate strength of someone protecting his last remaining asset. He lunged forward, his heavy arms wrapping around Josh’s neck, pulling him back with a guttural grunt.

Somewhere away from the spire. “It’s just a structure,” Thor said. “We get there, we touch it, we’re done.” “Is your wolf okay?” I asked. “With the spire?” Thor shrugged. Me and my wolf, Maul, we don’t get along so well. He doesn’t talk to me much. But then Thor went silent. “Actually,” he said. “No, he’s not okay with it. He’s recoiling.” “What do you think this means?” I asked.

She looked like she was in pain and the scene brought a burn to my chest. Thor gave a low growl as I advanced toward her, I held my hands up as I neared her and crouched down beside her seizing body. Thor rubbed his head on her side, trying to wake her up. When he failed and a low moan escaped Erica he looked up at me as if to tell me that there was something wrong with his owner.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

{THE THIRTEENTH FLOOR RULES} The box in my hands felt like it was made of lead. I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink. Jaxon Thorne didn't look surprised. He looked satisfied. He stood there with a wet towel draped over his shoulder, the water from his hair dripping onto his collarbone, tracing the hard, ridged lines of his chest. He looked like an Alpha king who had just found a new toy in his throne room.