Thorfinn Novels & Stories

I took his hand and shook it, hoping handshakes were a thing here. Apparently, they weren't, because he gave me a curious look. The man looked over at Fynn, who shrugged. "She's not from here," he explained vaguely to his friend. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, ma'am," the man greeted. "I'm Ragnar, son of the dwarves of Mistril Mountain."

“Well on that note, Thorfin has something to say. He has been on about his grand idea that would lead us into victory. I’ve only thought to tell you about it, and hear whatever it is you decide.” “Who’s Thorfin?” I asked trying to recall any man bearing that name. My memory space appeared blank. “He’s the late Elder Thorne’s son. Very determined and vicious young man he is. Although the death of his father has made him a little bitter. I only hope his ideas aren’t impervious.” “Let me speak with him,” I demanded, and Kane stood up to go get him. Thorfin appeared before me. He was a young man, probably in his early twenties, but his built was that of a man who have spent yearns mmmmtraining f

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

"I told my boys I needed to question you once you woke up, and they grabbed the entire barrel of rain water, chucking it on you.” “Who are you?” I steadied my voice as best as possible, but a shiver from the chilled air on my drenched state robbed me of that. “The name is Thorin. Alpha Thorin Winslow. I am the Alpha of the Blackfoot Rogues. You were trespassing.” “This is unclaimed territory.” “Wrong. It’s rogue territory, so unless you’ve disbanded, I don’t think you can call yourself a rogue.” Thorin smirked in amusement.

At the front of them stood Alpha Theron. He was taller than Ryu, his body covered in battle scars, one running across his face like a badge of war. His eyes were a cold silver, piercing and full of hate. “So, the mighty Alpha Ryu brings his little mistress to watch him bleed?” Theron’s voice boomed across the arena with amusement in his voice. “How romantic can he be,” he added. Leaving the rest of his pack warriors laughing hard. Those words hit me badly, I felt mocked. I felt like I was weak and he just said it.

Another ranking member spoke again, he spoke about the condition of the injured, the state of the armory, and the quiet unrest among the younger wolves who want revenge more than order. I’m listening to everything that they are saying, all of it. Hands folded on the table, expression locked in place. But, inside, everything still feels fractured. The hollow space left by Tori, and the private grave I had dug for Justin. The guilt that sits beside the anger and refuses to move. “I have better news.” Oliver cuts off the person who was speaking. I sigh in relief. Right on time, Oliver. We found Sebastian. The vampire's creator.

~Devin~ Son? Ren has a son. All I could see was red. Someone might have poured iced water above my head, it made me feel numb. I can hear my heart beating so loud. So loud that it's deafening. My knees turned to jelly, my mind can't comprehend what I heard. “W-what?” I whispered into thin air. “What did you just say?” I glared at my brother in law. “Ren, she has a son named Griffin,” Jameson nonchalantly mumbled, oblivious of his impending death from my hands.

She leaned into Thorin’s ear and whispered, “Oh, Thorin, he’s so handsome. Is he for me?” “Yes, my dear. I think he is,” said Thorin as he chuckled. He knew Ben’s wolf ears heard everything she just said. As they approached him on the walk, Thorin smiled a toothy grin and shook Ben’s hand. “Good morning, sir. I’m Thorin Parker.” Ben nodded as he glanced away from Imara. “Ben Logan, I’m the caretaker from the Order. Was just finishing some work on the house.” Thorin nearly laughed out loud as Ben introduced himself. “Yes, of course, Mr. Logan. This beautiful woman beside me is my sister, Imara. Imara say hello to the nice man.”

There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters. Getting to it, I tapped lightly. A deep voice replied from the inside telling me to go in. I opened the door to see a man behind a desk. He was wearing a grey suit. His skin was a light chocolate and he was spotting a low cut. A wide line of perfectly shaped beards framed his jaw. When he raised his head, his lips were a light pink. It didn't take time to know he's a black. A very good looking one at that. "Good morning. I'm Kristen Morgan. I applied for an internship here and was accepted".

He spit out and I laughed. “You will tell me what I want to know sooner or later.” I motioned for my man to go back to his torture. I would find her and kill Jensen. He thinks he can double-cross me, so he has to pay the price. A few hours later I walked back into the basement where I was keeping the man we had taken, I think his name was Jordan. I didn’t really care what his name was. All I cared about was breaking him so I could go and get what belonged to me. My man had done a real number on him already so I decided to see if he was ready to talk. I walked over to him, he was chained to the wall and looked like he was barely able to hold himself up. His face was covered in blood and he wa