Novel & Cerita Thorin X

Thorin continued, his voice calmer now, “Damien’s a snake. You can’t trust anything that comes out of his mouth.” “And yet, you’re the one who said you still feel a bond with Seraphine,” I muttered bitterly. Thorin hesitated. “I… I didn’t mean it like that.” “Then how did you mean it, Thorin?” I demanded, turning away from the window to glare at nothing. “She’s dead. That bond broke the moment she died. Don’t tell me you feel something that isn’t there.” “I know what I feel,” Thorin said, his voice low and steady. “You can deny it all you want, but I’m telling you, there’s… something. A thread. Faint, but there.”

Rylan placed his hand beside mine. “I swear it with you,” he said. “From this moment forward, he is no longer our father.” I closed my fist around the blood-soaked earth. “From this night on,” I said quietly, “Thorin is my enemy.”

Thorin extended his hand to his side and a large hammer came hurling from the east and safely settled into his grasp. … Thunder clapped and nimbuses began forming, lightning flashed over darkened sky as Thorin’s eyes illuminated a purplish glow.. Showing that he did indeed embody the epithet of the God of lightning and thunder. Grrrr- Rogue beastly roared and launched himself at Thorin and Lokison rather fast, behind him multiple conical waves reverberated through the air following behind Rogue pulling the terrain behind him leaving a deep crater.. Thorin jumped forward and swung his hammer horizontally across his front and multiple destructive thunderbolts stroke the ground and Rogue creati

When that first snowflake kissed their daughter's nose, her eyes went wide with the magic of it all. Holly's gaze drifted to a corner of the street. There was a figure she knew, looking all kinds of down on his luck. His hair had not surrendered to gray, but his frame was bent. As if he had been worn down by life. He caught Holly's eye and thought about bolting, but his bum leg nearly sent him tumbling. He instinctively covered his face with his hands. Holly was suddenly hit by the memory of the feud that had erupted between the Hoffman and Porter families years ago.

The love I thought we had was a joke. It made sense then why he hoarded all the money and power as soon as our family business picked up, never letting me get close. He was guarding against me all along. Lost in the past, Sebastian stood and clapped me on the shoulder, "Anything coming back to you?" I shook my head, playing dumb, "Nope, maybe you knocked something loose when you took that dive. Got your wires crossed." Sebastian's grin froze, awkward as hell. Despite his brown-nosing, I was not biting, and his face clouded over.

Elder Vera is waiting. Elder Vera can wait one more day. This… this feels like fate. Against my better judgment, I agreed. The next morning, I turned east, following the pull. Three hours later, I reached the edge of a massive territory. The scent markers were fresh and powerful, marking the boundaries of what had to be one of the largest packs in the region. Blackthorn Pack. I’d heard of them. Everyone had. The most feared pack in the north, led by an Alpha known as “The Beast.” Ruthless, powerful, and utterly unforgiving to enemies.

The forest opens into a clearing, the stars shimmering silver along the path, and I pray this time it will be different. The wind grows colder as we delve deeper into the woods. Leaves rustle overhead, carrying wisps of smoke from the burning palace. The air is thick with ash and sorrow. I can still see the faint orange glow far behind us, lingering like the dying eyes of a creature that won't close. Martha stays silent, her arms clasped tight around me, each breath trembling against my back. I sense her heartbeat—steady yet strained—as she carefully leads the horse across a narrow stone bridge; the stream beneath glimmers like liquid glass.

She tiptoed towards him, leaned forward and looked over his shoulder and gasped in fright, breaking his concentration. He quickly spun round and hugged her face to his chest to stop her from seeing the ghastly sight before them but it was too late. She had already seen it. A skeleton with bits of clothing on it in tatters and a huge part of it's skull missing. On it ring finger, it wore a gold ring with De Luca written on it.

I say. "The transfer to the Havencrest account will start at 9:05 AM. It will look like a charity gift from the 'Thorne Family Foundation.' The papers are perfect. It will pay for a new roof. New pipes. A year of good food. It is, as you said, a big blessing." Then he clears his throat. It's a small sound, but in the quiet room, it's loud. "You have something to say, Silas."

his words were clearly directed at Raven. “I am the Spiritfang—the oldest—and I carry the voice of the moon. The rest will introduce themselves. Listen and remember.” At that Raven placed her cutlery down, clearly trying to focus. “I am Alpha Eldric, your father’s brother,” my father’s voice boomed. “I am Elder Thalos, the keeper of law. I hold the histories, the treaties, the blood oath that binds our pack to the land.” His wife spoke next.” I am Elder Thalindra, Keeper of Blood. I tend the lineage, honor the ancestors, and guard the secrets of our founding.”