Thorin X Novels & Stories

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.

Its design mimicked thorned vines, elegant yet malevolent. “What is this?” I whispered, horror spreading across my face as I stared into the mirror. Xareth's reflection appeared behind me, calm, composed. His breath grazed my ear as he leaned in, his smirk spreading like rot. “It's called the Chain of Thorns. Or the Thorned Binding, if you prefer something more poetic.” His voice was soft. “It looks beautiful, doesn’t it? But the real artistry lies in what you can’t see. Every thorn, invisible to the eye, digs deeper the more you resist... or feel.”

“Well on that note, Thorfin has something to say. He has been on about his grand idea that would lead us into victory. I’ve only thought to tell you about it, and hear whatever it is you decide.” “Who’s Thorfin?” I asked trying to recall any man bearing that name. My memory space appeared blank. “He’s the late Elder Thorne’s son. Very determined and vicious young man he is. Although the death of his father has made him a little bitter. I only hope his ideas aren’t impervious.” “Let me speak with him,” I demanded, and Kane stood up to go get him. Thorfin appeared before me. He was a young man, probably in his early twenties, but his built was that of a man who have spent yearns mmmmtraining f

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.

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.