Thorfinn Novels & Stories

Everything I saw… everything I suspected… everything I couldn’t say. So instead I asked, “When did you learn to cook? And… Why does Lorgan call you Finn? Is that a nickname?” Alex froze. He cleared his throat. “Because… my real name is Thorfinn Ragnar.” I blinked, my heart stuttering at his words. Thorfinn Ragnar… The hell?!!! So Alexander isn't his name? “You… never told me,” I whispered, voice tighter than I intended. “After everything… all this time… why?”

She was the epitome of a mama bear. Thor was her cousin and he was around the same age as Sunny. He looked just like his name as well. He was born in Sweden and moved here when his parents died. He was raised in the gang with Sunny as siblings. He still had a bit of a Nordic accent with blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He looked every bit like a Viking God with rugged good looks. Both Sunny and Thor were tall. Sunny at 5'10 and Thor at 6'4. Sunny was full of lean muscle while Thor was bulky with pure muscle hanging on every part of him. His body reminded me of an older Ace if Ace wasn't such an asshole.

His voice was a low, deep rumble in the morning air. "I am," I said, my voice just as flat. "The black one," he said, patting the neck of the beast on his left, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bitch. Her name is Hela. She will try to kill you." I just stared at him. "The one on the right," he said, patting the other, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bastard. His name is Fenrir. He will kill you."

He hummed at the touch and flipped me over. "Was last night not enough for you." He smirked. "I will never get enough of you Mr. Thorn." I saw a flash in his eyes. I had forgotten how much he loved me calling him that. With a swift move his hand was between my legs tracing circles on my most sensitive spot. I threw my head back into the pillow moaning. I couldn't take it any longer, I pushed him off me and tossed him to the side. I straddled him and hovered myself over his erection. I rubbed myself up and down him.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

My home burned behind us, but my spirit refused to break. Three figures stood out among the crew, their presence commanding the very air around them. Jarl Ragnar Bloodaxe, the leader, was a giant of a man with braided blond hair, a beard woven with silver rings, and eyes the color of storm-tossed seas. His muscular frame, covered in furs and leather, bore the scars of countless battles. Beside him stood his brother, Thorsten the Stormcaller, leaner but no less imposing, with wild red hair and tattoos of ravens covering his arms—marks of his connection to the gods. And then there was young Bjorn Ironfist, the jarl’s closest shield-brother, with sharp features, dark hair, and a body honed like

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

Alpha Torvallés: Do not keep me waiting, or the Whitmore Bloodlands will mourn their elder. My phone slips from my trembling fingers, hitting the floor with a hollow thud. I stare at the blank space where my phone just fell, my entire body frozen in absolute paralysis. The air in my bedroom suddenly feels suffocatingly thin, as if the oxygen has been violently sucked out of the space. My wolf whines pitifully, sensing the immediate, lethal danger aimed directly at our bloodline. Alpha Torvallés is not a male who makes idle threats. He is a bloodthirsty tyrant known for leaving trails of slaughtered packs in his wake.

*Whish* The head of the Frost Giant came off quite simply. These two made killing Ascenders look really simple. “Don’t wipe that on your cape,” Thrud, daughter of Thor and one of the Heads of the Valkyries chided as she forcefully separated the God of Thunder’s hands from his cape. Alas, the simple thunder god had already wiped much of the blood and gore onto his golden cape. “Sorry,” Thor shrunk back from his daughter’s piercing gaze. “Frigg worked hard to make that cape for you. Forget it.” Thrud sighed and gave up. Her father was beyond redemption.

Nope, not even compliments. Thorin, for some reason, was blind to it all. He excitedly extended his hand toward Jade, as though hoping she would shake it, and exclaimed, “Good evening, beautiful! I’m Thorin Gerard—oh yeah, you heard right! Thorin means thunder, just like the god of thunder! And Gerard means spear-hard! Put them together and you’ll get a hunk like the god of thunder with a super-hard spear, if you know what I mean!” Jade eschewed sparing Thorin even a scornful snicker and turned away from him. The only reason she had not leaped to her feet and stormed away yet was because she wanted to save Edelgard and Luca’s dignity.