Thorin X Novels & Stories

I feel Martin grip me, and I know something bad is about to happen. Thoran turns my wrist over and stares at the birthmark on my hand. He mumbles something to himself, then looks back at me, astonished. “I apologize… let’s sit,” he says, smiling at both Martin and me. We turn to each other, very confused, but I shrug. Martin continues to stare at his father, but I urge him to sit down.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

That presence which is like a force he unknowingly carries around with him is on full display and it attracts them. Everyone - male or female- is attracted to Ash Thunder. He's a god in a room full of mortal men, a donut on a table of Brussels sprouts, he's as mesmerizing as a brightly lit and twinkling Christmas tree in a pitch-black room. It's so obvious that everyone's lust pit is reacting to him.

Even from my seat I could feel the faint warmth rolling off it. “It’s firestone,” Thorin said, suddenly shy for the first time all day. “From our mountain. It stays warm, always. And it glows a little, when it gets dark.” He paused, then finished quietly, “So you won’t ever be afraid of the dark.” My heart performed a maneuver I chose not to examine. Across the table, Ciera was carefully studying her plate with the smile of a mother who had absolutely helped pick the stone but would deny it under oath.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

MORDECAI "Ahren!" The lead female warrior's voice echoed through the large room. Tabitha was a tall, muscular she-wolf that leaked intimidation. Orion had taken me to training this morning. The sun wasn't even up yet and he was already wide awake annoying her. She already seemed rather unfriendly towards me and his behavior just made it worse.

"Listen to me jane , Max will never be with you. He's in love with Simran and neither you nor anyone is ever going to separate them." "We will see my dear sister." "You better not involve me into this jane." "Don't you worry, it's my plan not yours." "oh and one more thing, Sean better not break up with me. If he ever finds out that you destroyed his best friend's marriage you will be all alone." "Am never alone, I have friends and your words don't scare me." "OK as you say so, but when you find that friends don't always stay forever but family does and you realise you're all alone in this world ,don't bother to ever calling me."

And at the end of the line, sitting in a chair made of white bone, was a man who looked exactly like Xander, but sixty years older. Arthur Thorne. He didn't look like a man who had died in an explosion. He looked like a king who had finally called his heirs home. "Welcome back, Xander," Arthur Thorne said, his voice a perfect, terrifying mirror of his son’s. "And welcome, Seraphina. I hope you brought the child. The Thirteenth Seat is hungry, and it requires a name that has never been tarnished by a contract." Xander stepped forward, his body shielding me and the baby. "You're supposed to be dead. The shipyard... the hospital..."