Thorin X Novels & Stories

the driver said, his voice a low drone that cut through her thoughts. Lyra looked up. Thorne Tower sat in the center of the city like an obsidian needle piercing the low-hanging clouds. It was a masterpiece of architectural arrogance—all sharp angles, reflective surfaces, and a silhouette that seemed to repel the very light it stood in. It was the physical manifestation of the man who owned it.

My mates positioned themselves around us at the four cardinal points, creating an inner circle of protection. The Northern Alliance forces emerged from the trees exactly as our scouts had reported, about thirty warriors, heavily armed and moving with military precision. At their centre walked a tall man I didn't recognise, his bearing aristocratic and cold. He carried a staff topped with a dark crystal that seemed to absorb the moonlight rather than reflect it. "That's Marcus Thornfield," Lucious murmured, tension evident in his voice. "Helena's second-in-command. He's the one who supervised most of my... treatments."

Thorin smirked in amusement. I tried to process the information, but his head was still spinning. “Yeah. Your head is going to be a little fuzzy for a while. Beast lives up to his name entirely. He doesn’t hold back on his punches regarding his enemies,” Thorin laughed. “You’re lucky you are pure beta blood, or he could’ve caved in your face with that hit.” I stared at Thorin in disbelief. “I kid you not, Beta. I’ve seen it happen. That boy is pure evil when he hits. You’re also lucky because he doesn’t take prisoners. I was the one who wanted you. Otherwise, you’d be dead already.”

I guess it doesn’t matter now, I don’t think anything matters in this peaceful serenity. “Mommy, don’t leave, Daddies need you,” two tiny little voices said. They sounded like they came from somewhere far away. Maybe it was some distant place where nothing hurt and everyone was always happy. ARROW AND ARION…. It has been a week, a full week since we found her. Her parents had come to visit, our parents had come, and we even let Daren come see her. I wanted her to wake up, I needed her to wake up. Arrow had gone down to the cafeteria to find something to eat. We were never far from her. She had developed more bruising but, they were starting to heal. Doctor Steininger had found wolfsbane and

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

I say looking at Adrian and walking to his bedroom. I placed Adrian's travel bag, unzipped it and started unpacking his items. While unpacking his clothes and hanging inside the wardrobe, I found a small silver aluminum container inside the travel bag. I opened the lid and saw orange powder in it. I smell it and it has a pungent smell sort of like vinegar. I don’t know what it is exactly but given Adrian's history of using drugs I doubt it’s vitamins as I don’t think it should smell like that.

Look out for the stone hurler Hearken to the rhythm of his thundering footsteps As they stamp to the steady beats of the Bata drum The fumes of his fiery breath announcing his arrival Listen for the sounds of gunpowder and the melody of clashing steel lo the iron one approaches For that is the only tune he dances to The sharp metallic smell of bloodbath declares his arrival Brace yourself in readiness when you hear the yawning of the elder gods Listen to the creaking of limbs not used for a century As they arose to the harsh sound of the brass gong Along with the sonorous voice of the gate keeper And to the king of them all…the lord of white cloths In his place of solitude He will hear the b

I saw Ackleth Mason for the first time during the new year orientation week held by the school management. While in other schools, the first week of resumption was for students to catch up on everything that missed during the break, circulate the latest gists and rumours, flaunt the new gears and wears they got over the breaks and also participate in cleaning the school environment, In Brixden, the orientation was an old tradition and the first week of resumption was always packed with lots of activities ranging from commissioning of new projects by the alumni association to sorting of class schedules.

Zinjo roared loud enough to scare the grotesque hoard back a few feet, “We are visiting dignitaries, This is Aurelia princess and heir to the throne of Shadowfen, and I am Zinjo of Kiazangi.” The giant's expression changed to one of utter devotion, “I am Isaac Harbinger. My research made real,” He fell to his knees and gripped Zinjo's pantleg, “Tell me the formula for such a change. Your forms represent everything I ever hoped to achieve. Please tell me.” The desperation in his voice and the anger in Zinjo's face at his words put tension on the scene.

“Oh, yes. Haven’t you ever noticed his resemblance to Ben before?” Haldir stood from the stool he was sitting on and glanced at Ben as he set the bags on the floor. “Yeah, I can see it, I guess. They all kind of have that tall, dark and handsome thing happening for them” “Well, he said that he and Ben are relatives. Oh, wait a minute, I don’t want to have to do this twice. Thorin!” Thorin kicked the door closed behind him and put the last of the bags down. “Yes, darlin.”