Thor X Reader Novels & Stories

He groaned in pain. “Now, to avoid this, I would ask you a question all you need to do is answer them truthfully, any lies would attract a penalty.” I warned. “Fuck you!” He said angrily. “How did you kill Thorax?” I said, sounding resolute, “You have limited time to give me answers.” I added. “I ripped his heart out of his goddamn body.” He shouted. His words fueled my anger, “Thorax is far stronger than a hundred of you rogues. So tell me the goddamn thing. There had to be someone, an insider. So tell me!” I snapped.

Another holster was attached to the chest for a pistol. I went back to the weapons section and I wasted no time in grabbing the TAC-II 338 sniper rifle since I’m going to be given a target, I’ll just have to pick off my target from afar. Four guards came in and I saw Austin behind them dressed in the all black armour. We hugged each other tightly for almost a minute, he sniffled as we disengaged and I pat him on the shoulder. “They have Clara” he said “I know, it’s gonn’ be okay” I assured and he nodded.

Jonah POV It's three in the afternoon when I finally leave the packhouse. I glance to find ten missed calls from the douche who put me in this position. Going to the treeline behind the house, I quickly disrobe behind a tree, shoving my clothes into the bag I bring whenever I come here. My bones break and reform as I shift into Thor, a massive white wolf with a black paw and patches over his left eye and right ear. Thor's eyes are such a light blue they are practically silver. After stretching and shaking out his fur, he picks up our bag before sprinting into the forest toward our territory.

But I was an Alpha, there was no way my wolfpack would allow me to go down without thoroughly investigating all necessary terms. When I entered Alpha Thor's chamber, he was laid down on his back. I did not think much of it since I knew he was ill. But when I moved closer to him, his face was already pale like a porcelain doll, he seemed like he was lifeless, my mind began to race fast, for the first time in my life I was frightened. Just to be sure, I bent over to touch his body, he was already cold, he was not breathing again, I took his hand and called his name but his already-heavy hand fell off mine.

as he continued to watch Ashley, who intermittently flipped her hair to the side, a gesture that seemed to intrigue him. Stammering slightly, Thalia attempted to clarify her earlier statement, "Um, I meant you could just read their minds if you want to know." Thalia's suggestion was met with a sneer from Thorian, who finally turned to face her. "If only I could read hers," he mused, his words cryptic and leaving Thalia thoroughly confused. With that, he walked away, leaving Thalia alone with her thoughts and the lingering enigma of Thorian's statement.

THE WOLF BENEATH THE FLAME When Thunder Speaks Deep night. Rain lashes the windows of the Omega Quarter. Xavier lies in his small cot, curled in sweat-soaked sheets. Thunder rolls overhead like war drums. The room flickers with every lightning flash. Xavier (groaning, sitting upright, breath sharp): “…not again…” A pulse erupts in his chest—like fire ripping through veins. He clutches his sternum, gasping as a vision seizes him.

I say and bring my attention back to the box on my lap I remove the ribbon holding the box together and gasp out loud when I see what is inside. "Oh-my-god!" I exclaim with surprise "Books!?" Thor says, his tone of voice sounding monotonic. "What!?... Thor! These are not just books!" I say with frustration, wishing I could shake some sense into him. "These are books from my favorite author. I've been wanting to read this series for so long but couldn't because Celine was so mean she would burn them out of spite like she did to the rest of my books!"

More messages flash up. Max: She winced when Zach hugged her. She blamed it on training, but Henry says she has not trained for days. He thinks her ribs are broken. And there's a fresh handprint bruise on her upper arm. I am frozen, nailed to the spot, every cell in my body immobilised with shock. Thor wakes, stumbling around, but my distress has broken through his drunken haze. He reads the words through my eyes and then, his anger explodes, and I’m still too distracted, my horror and grief, preventing me from finding purchase. Thor takes advantage and ceases control. His roar explodes around the room like thunder and my body obeys him the way a puppet obeys a master.

The bedcovers were wrinkled and the room smelled faintly of cedar and anger. I checked the hall, he wasn't there. The dining? Nowhere to be found. Where the hell was he? Then I heard a sharp crash and a muffled yell. I followed the sound with shaky steps and found myself at the entrance of the study. The door was slightly open, and I pushed it just enough to see inside. What I saw made my blood run cold. Thor was standing near the massive oak desk, his hand curled around a man’s throat, lifting him slightly off the ground. His muscles were taut with rage, and his eyes were bloodshot, glowing faintly gold beneath the madness.