Thorin X Novels & Stories

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

“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.”

It had been motionless for so long that if it wasn’t for the creatures that avoided this place, he would have forgotten it was there. Thorin has stumbled on this place eighteen years ago when he was trying to get a good grasp of the terrains of the Werewolf realm. It was like a man getting acquainted with his future possession. He believed that he would soon rule the land is why not just take a look around? And maybe establish a base?

Snow had been falling over the North since dawn, covering the mountains in white and turning Draven Keep into a fortress carved from winter itself. From the highest towers, the kingdom stretched across valleys and forests dusted in silver, peaceful beneath a sky heavy with clouds. Nearly two decades had passed since war and gods had threatened to tear the world apart, and now life moved with the steady rhythm of a kingdom that had finally learned how to breathe again. Unfortunately, peace did little to solve the problem Rowan Blackthorn currently faced.

"They have parallel interests. Whether they're coordinating is something I haven't been able to confirm." Nora made a note not the content, just a mark that meant this matters more than it's being presented as mattering. She looked up. "Maren." "Neutral. Historically allied with Vael but the current heir Isolde Maren is building her own political identity independent of that alliance. She's careful. principled "Meaning she's someone worth being genuine with." He looked at her. "Yes." "Ashcroft."

Luke's eyes filled with hopelessness, and he numbly nodded in agreement. "I'll do anything, just don't hate me."

Spectators filled the stands in thousands—nobles, warriors, emissaries, and priests from all three empires. Solaris banners crackled with golden flames. Lunaris banners rippled like liquid silver. Noctis banners billowed like dark, living smoke. A gilded platform hovered above the center, holding the Three Thrones: —The Sun Throne of Solaris —The Moon Throne of Lunaris —The Night Throne of Noctis Three rulers sat there, watching. A ripple of whispers spread as Alessia stepped into the light. “There she is!” “The dual heir!” “The prophecy child!” “She looks so young!”

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.