Thorin X Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Unfortunately, the plane crashed, and she died. After that, Thorin left home and began working for others. He even said he would never come back. Later, he started a flower business and had yet to return. Thorin was the child of the first wife of his second son and the fifth son of his generation. His mother passed away at an early age, and his father remarried, but regardless, he was still the first wife's son. Moreover, his mother was of a noble family outside of the Capital City. Although Johan did not interact with his mother's family, Thorin kept in touch with them.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

MARY’S POV The air in the fellowship hall was stagnant, thick with the scent of damp concrete and the desperate heat of forty bodies. I stood at the edge of the Choir barricade, my floral-patterned skirt was a little too tight, my eyes scanning the choir like a general looking for a traitor. "From the bridge," I commanded, my voice thin and sharp. "And this time, let the altos find their keys. We are singing for the Almighty, not a local drinking parlor."

"Six years ago, a lot of things happened. King Logan, this is not the right time to tell you about this, but it looks like nature is asking for it!" I shut my eyes. It indeed seemed like we couldn't hide anything from him anymore. The truth would always prevail no matter how we hid it. "Logan, Thorin is Goddess Alectrona's descendant!" I told him. My voice was small, I could barely hear it. "He is destined to kill Shiva!" I fixed my gaze on him. It took him a few five minutes to chew on the new information he had just heard. Then he took a deep sigh and shut his eyes.

Show sincerity? Seek forgiveness? In front of the Walbeer family manor, Thorin knelt on the ground, listening to Frank's furious roar and the sound of the phone being hung up, feeling as though he had fallen into an icy abyss. He turned deathly pale. "J—Jonathan... You beast!" Thorin, usually as steady as a mountain, had lost all his previous composure. He pushed himself up from the ground with both hands. He grabbed his phone fiercely, and as he dialed Jonathan's number, he roared hoarsely, "You little beast! You damned mongrel! I wish I could—"

he explains, and I nod. “Harlyn, here now. Thorin, here.” Wayne looks at them, but Thorin stays by my side. Harlyn glances from me to Wayne. I don’t speak, just in case it makes her anger at me grow. I watch as Thorin holds her hand. “He’s a bad man, Mummy.” Thorin’s words are whispered, and Harlyn stands confused. “I need to go,” she whispers, and I stare. I swear I shake the stupid and magic out of her. “The pups,” she whispers, her eyes fixed on them.