Thorfinn Novels & Stories

He looks at the table and doesn’t say anymore. “That was a Vøl's son. In the ‘Son of Vøl saga’ it tells about the hero Sigmund. He has a son, Sinfjøtle with his twin sister and when the boy grows up, Sigmund takes hinminto the forest to train him, so he can kill his mothers husband”. My eyes snap to Martin when Finn mentions the incestious relationship, and just as I thought the big macho idiot is grinning. Andreas on the other hand seems unaffected, but I assume he has already read all this. Nerd kid.

Harley Coral stood next to me as I approached the small group of wolves surrounding Anders. Callan, following the touch from Raina, had moved to the side, allowing me access to Anders. Senna told me that he was healing well, and the fact that he was conscious as I approached put my mind at ease and my heart relaxed.

"Good day, sir, especially to my young master Thor, my name is Kiko, and I am the most trustworthy, reliable, and handsome—" When Thor clapped his hands and smiled at everyone, Kiko didn't finish what he was going to say. "Nice to meet you all. My name is Thorious Clark Ibanez, but you can just call me Thor for short, and I am happy to meet you all. From now on, I will rely my safety on all of you, thank you so much for accepting the job to protect me." Thor slightly bowed his head in front of everyone who was stunned by Thor's bowing.

The woman stopped, looked around and asked: “Who? Who's the prince?" “Pardon the prince! My wife rarely goes out, so she doesn't know the prince's face." He knelt down and pushed his wife to her knees. Elias smirked coldly: "It turns out he was raised in this environment. From now on you don't need to work hard, let it follow me." Elias looked at the boy and asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Venn." The boy bowed his head to the prince. “Haha, really handsome.” Elias put his hand on the boy's head as a sign and laughed when he heard Venn's name.

His face betrayed worry and anxiety as he exclaimed, "We're doomed. Is this where my family's luck runs out?" Severin was up against none other than Thorold, renowned as the most exceptional prodigy in Nontwo City! Three factors stacked in Thorold's favor: his Thunderbolt Constitution, his status as an inner disciple of the Deifirm Sect, and his past feat of killing a level one royal saint! Any one of those factors would make a normal person a prodigy, so all three of those at once put Thorold into the category far beyond that of ordinary prodigies!

He asks, seriously looking at me like he's expecting an answer this time. Like what does he want me to tell him? I didn't know the brothers because I just dropped from Pluto kinda reply? "Well, all I'm saying is, he could have just answered your question instead of being rude about it... Uhh, what was your question again?... Oh yes. Which one is Thor, right?... Thor is the eldest of the brothers. The one they called the Evil Viking! Fuck! You should have seen him fight!..." He talks and gesticulates with his hands in excitement

I tell him and he nods his head, following us. “Mind telling me who this giant is?” Kendra asks through the link and I look back, seeing him smirk. “Fenrir.” I tell her, waiting for her to freak out and all she does is giggle. Yeah, she is freaking out. “As in, Aura’s brother? The wolf of hell?” she asks and I chuckle at her. As we reach the packhouse, I receive a mind link from another warrior. “ROGUES AT THE NORTHERN BORDER.”

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

The rest of the warriors immediately surrounded me, preparing for a show. "Oh! I am hurt. I thought you had remembered me. Let me jog your heads then. I am Thorin, and my wounds don't affect me!" My voice was mixed with that of my wolf as Thorin snarled at my chest, sending vibrations to it. "Now, let me finish this fast, for I have to find someone special. But if you can tell me where he is, perhaps I can spare your lives!" "W-who are you looking for?" The third warrior holding a spear spoke behind me. I had to turn around to face him.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."