Thorin X Novels & Stories

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.”

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

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

Tyler, feeling her inner turmoil, continued to speak words of encouragement. “You stood up for what’s right, even when it was tough. I believe in you, Maddie. This company needs a leader who values integrity and honesty. We’ll navigate through this together, and the truth will win.” “Don’t let this break you, Maddie. We’ll rebuild, and you’ll lead this company to new heights. Your strength and integrity will inspire everyone around you,” Tyler assured her, his unwavering support providing a lifeline in the middle of the turmoil.

for all of those boils on top of that gray skin this creature could have easily been mistaken for a rock if it sat still. It opened its mouth as far as it could go and let out a nightmarish gurgly laugh that sounded like it came from the swamp itself. Then, to the twins horror they watched as the monster flung them into the air, boat and all. It tilted it's head back with its mouth open wide as if to catch them and devour them. The twins were still clutching each other tightly when all of a sudden they heard the sound of tinkling bells. Expecting to meet the swamp monsters razor sharp teeth upon landing, they were surprised when they didn't land at all. Instead they were snatched out of mid

“Is this hurt? He asked. I think for a while, hmm it does hurt though. I nodded, “however, I have to do the blood test twice a day. How can I think about the pain?” Arthur still staring at my hand, it's fat as it is full of IV fluid. “How long it takes to get my hands back to the actual size? Look, it's very full” I furrowed my brows, expressing my displeasure at these stocky fingers. Arthur gently stroked my hand, and I was stunned. A touch he didn't normally do. I'm kind of feeling so awkward, but he still did it anyway. Is he momentarily unconscious? Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats.