Thorfinn Novels & Stories

"Master Snow, you flatter me. I'm a nobody compared to you. You might as well call me a fool." Thorkel wasn't wrong. He was twice Gideon's age, yet far weaker in ability. Compared to that, what else could he be but a fool? "What did you call me here for, Master Snow?" he asked. "I've heard Horagon has a few specialties—particularly skilled in making talismans. Is that true?" Thorkel replied, "Indeed. The warriors of Horagon are known as Horalite Saviors. I myself am often called Savior Thorkel. My main task is making talismans to drive out malevolent spirits for the people."

“Ragnar can take his mother. That’s the least we can do, besides he helped us when you put us out.” She turned to Thorne. “Is that okay with you?” Thorne snorted, looking away like the whole thing bored him. “Do what you want,” he muttered. “I don’t care.” Ember ran a hand through her tangled hair, her voice calm but tired. “What’s your mother’s name, Ragnar?” “Gertrude Fern,” Ragnar replied without missing a beat.

“She was in my dream.” Jack releases a soft chuckle. “You shouldn’t have done it, you know.” Blake sighs. “Probably not.” Jack runs a hand over his mouth. “There are reports that Night’s acolytes are gathering. Whispers that the Night Prince is creating an army in the Northlands for him to command.” Blake pulls a face. “The Night Prince? Fenrir, perhaps?” “Still in the Snowlands. Last I heard, he killed an alpha and married her wife. Ingrid, I think her name was.”

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

Then, slowly, I felt his thumb trace a small circle against my skin. “I could hear it,” he said quietly. “It’s faint, but… it’s alive. Real. And the idea of holding it in my arms, to see you holding it just brings too much for me to even think about.” “It is,” I murmured, resting my hand over his. “So? What would you name them?” He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead, thoughtful. Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.”

assistant"> A graceful woman with shimmering golden hair approached, her steps elegant and poised. Close behind her was a striking man with shoulder-length silver hair. Odin said, “Sif, goddess of the harvest, and my adopted son, Thor, the god of thunder. Oh—and the one behind them is Balder, the god of light, my youngest son.”

"You dare touch her?" My grip tightened. I wanted to feel the life fade out of the person who had used thorns in prickling my love story. Ada’s eyes went wide; rolling in its socket, her hands clawing at my wrists, her face turning that same blue I had seen in the movies of people dying . "JOSHUA! STOP!" THIRD PERSON POV The door burst open. Chief Adeyemi didn't hesitate. He was a man of his age, but he had the desperate strength of someone protecting his last remaining asset. He lunged forward, his heavy arms wrapping around Josh’s neck, pulling him back with a guttural grunt.

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

I could feel her grip tightening on my arm. “It’s Audrey” Aunt Hayley whispered, touching the girl’s forehead, “She was the small wolf in the woods” “What?” Rayden looked shocked, her eyes going wide as she rushed towards the parents. She inspected the girl, looking at every inch of her, “Is, is this Small?” Ethan nodded, “She shifted” Rayden gaped at him, not knowing what to do. “We need to get her out of the woods and inside. She’s freezing” Aunt Hayley said. I saw tears coming out of Rayden’s eyes, she seemingly very upset.