Thorin X Novels & Stories

“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?

"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."

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.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

She was standing right there. "It's a slow poison," I continued. I was starting to cry, and I hated it. I wiped my nose with my bloody hand, staining my face. "He’s been poisoning the Thorne line for years. He wanted the silver to stay buried. He was scared of you before you were even born. He told me it was for the pack. He said it was for safety. But it was just... it was just for him." "Go away, Aiden," her voice came through the wood. It was cold, it didn't have any of the warmth I remembered from when we were kids. "You're drunk. You're going to get caught."

his throat went dry when he heard another shrieked cry of hers. Her cries make him tenser. his glossy eyes roamed around the hallway area. his parents were sitting on the waiting chair, his father was holding the hand of his mother it seemed as if he was consoling his wife. and her sister was standing outside of the door, peeking inside the operation theater. They were trying hard to keep a stable and strong face to provide him moral support but he knew they were tense too like him.

As if the very heartbeat of Galahad had shifted, responding to her tiny cries and sleepy sighs. In the days that followed, the pack gathered outside the Great Hall, eager for their first glimpse of the new heir. I wasn’t ready to parade her around—not yet. She was still so small, fragile in ways I didn’t fully understand. But the people needed hope. After war and betrayal, after blood spilled on our soil, Aerlyn was a promise—a living symbol of survival and rebirth. So on the seventh day, I stood on the steps of the pack house, the morning sun cradling us both in gold. Fayne stood at my side, his arm brushing mine, and Melissa was just behind us with her chin raised, proud as ever.

The sound he made when he chuckled made me blush foolishly in embarrassment. “The man who led you to this state is Devon, who is unfortunately my stepbrother. My name is Sebastian,” He said, and everything came crashing down. I could finally put a name to Mr. red eye's face. So, it turned out that the reason my assaulter and this man looked alike was because they were stepbrothers! “Miguel. Umm…how many hours have I been out?” I asked, twirling my fingers, not daring to meet his gaze.