Thorfinn Novels & Stories

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

Her words were cut off when someone suddenly barged into the hall. "Kieran Anubis." A voice boomed out. All heads turned to see who it was, and the look on Kieran's face changed slightly as he watched the visitor walk down the pathway towards the throne. It was Ragnar Thorne, one of the rulers of the realm. Ragnar was a feral, pure blooded demon who was known for his cruelty and arrogance. He ruled the east side realm, and rumour had it that he bedded different women even after finding his mate.

She bent down to pick it up, disappearing halfway under the edge of the table. A second later her hand found me again. This time she opened my trousers fully, slid her fingers inside, and closed them around my cock. She began massaging me with slow, careful strokes—up the length of the shaft, a gentle squeeze at the base, then back up to the sensitive tip. The secret touch under the tablecloth felt intense. I kept my face calm and answered her father’s polite questions while Chloe’s hand continued its steady, hidden work, turning every quiet moment of the dinner into something private.

Ethan Brownfur was one of the rarest magicians that possessed special talent to induce fragmented soul into a weapon. Fourteen years ago, Ethan had created three rune weapons from the remaining soul of Fenrir, the legendary breath winter wolf, who weaved eternal ice to the surrounding of Blackfrost Kingdom. Ethan presented the Frostbringer to Jayden, a blue-crystal sword that could emit freezing rays; He gave the Hailstorm to Carson, a giant two-handed axe that could summon blizzards and strong winds; lastly, he granted Aiden the Frozenthorn, a gallant white crystal-spear that could raise icicle spikes from the ground.

This time, he will die to never return again. "I was the prince of the underworld a hundred years ago. I had a brother, Ornan. He is the one who is after Thea" I watch him closely to find a surprised look on his face. I know he wants to ask something, but stop himself and instead concentrate on what I am telling him.

said Rosemary. Sigrid was a stoic white-haired woman with pale skin and electric blue eyes that pierced into your soul. Her face was unusually expressionless, but not in a cold way. More like she was always searching for something. Her husband, Thorin, was a dapper Earth born witch who reminded Gretchen a lot of her father with his dark curly hair and green eyes. His thick Southern accent was like music to her ears. "So lovely to meet you finally, my dear." "Nice to meet you both," said Gretchen. "Let me guess ,Thorin, you must be from Savannah."

Leo replied as he came into the kitchen/living room. "He's not like Haden, is he?" I asked nervously. "Well... he's an Alpha," Leo said through gritted teeth. "We're all twats." "I see you're finally self-aware," I said. "Who is this Alpha?" I asked. "He's in the alliance and Alpha of a Russian pack called Polnoluniyesevera, which in English means Full moon of the north, a bit of a mouth full I know. Anyway, his name is Xander Kuznetsov, he's 21, mateless and likely to be the most powerful Alpha in Russia," Leo explained.

However she recognized a name that was written in an arch across the top. The first one she read said Fenrisúlfr then Vánagandr, before Hróðvitnir. All names she’d seen in the research that she did. One phrase she picked out as well had a name in it. Stating that here within lay Fenrir, bound by glipenir and with blade and chain he would be held until Ragnarok. She was surprised she read it so well, like it clicked in her brain. Like she could always read it. Maybe that should have been a red flag to her, but she felt kind of excited and started to walk around the thing. That scientific geek part of her driving her onward.

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

there was a moment of silence before alpha Blake turned to look at me, “Who’s this?” and that was the moment even the air stopped moving, “Adonis Thorin, he’s Arya’s-” “Mate,” Blake said as he nodded completely deep in thought, “So this is the infamous Adonis Thorin, I’ve heard so much about over the years,” Blake continued. I kept my stance as I stared him right in the eyes, he was a big alpha but so was I. And as we both stood staring each other down in a way, the older looking of the two males standing beside him finally spoke up,