Thorin X Novels & Stories

the messenger said, introducing his purpose and identity. "Proceed." "To Lady Serina, I am dishearten to announce the fall of our trusted herald and our great and loyal knight, Sir Thomas Hansen during an unexpected encounter with a horde of varmints lead by a chimera on the Brassland Canyon. The rest of the details regarding this calamitous matter, I would like to personally discuss with you. For now, we have successfully made it to the Marfiande palace and already had a proper talk with his royal Highness.

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.

I raised my hand, and several heavily built men stepped forward. Lorenzo was dragged away, leaving two long dark-red streaks across the floor. I turned around and met Father’s approving gaze. He patted my shoulder and placed the scepter in my hand. “Well done, my daughter.”

/“If she is our mate, then our bond is blurred because I cannot feel it. This isn’t her fault.” /“You think this is why I’m upset? Blaming her wolf for choosing someone else?”/ /“You’ve thought about it before,”/ he sniffs. Kin grunts and gets to his feet, his six tails bristling. /“Both of you have it wrong; you’re having the same reaction to that gem around her neck as your father had. Thorin, you’re a late descendant of Baron and Loki - anything to do with the Wolf God Xamnir will affect you.”/

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

The Concordia, Eleven Hundred Years Before The road was scarred with the annual pilgrimage fires, the trees and stones marked with the carvings left by those who travelled that way, recording their transit for those who would follow. Thaelen’s mark was amongst them. He had walked this path every year since Thorarin had decided that Thaelyn was approaching adulthood and old enough to perform the full sacrifice, and he had spent time in each fortress, growing to know the occupants, the lords and ladies, their children, their people, and their blood slaves.

"Let me guess ,Thorin, you must be from Savannah." Bringing his glass to his lips, Thorin grinned. "Yes, you would be correct." "My daddy's from Savannah, you sound just like him." Placing his wine glass back on the table, Thorin licked his lips clean and nodded. "Yes, I'm aware. Our families have quite a history together. I've known your grandfathers, Haldir and Jasper, for, oh, I don't know, at least a hundred and fifty years. Curious how Fate plays these things out, isn't it?”

Nope, not even compliments. Thorin, for some reason, was blind to it all. He excitedly extended his hand toward Jade, as though hoping she would shake it, and exclaimed, “Good evening, beautiful! I’m Thorin Gerard—oh yeah, you heard right! Thorin means thunder, just like the god of thunder! And Gerard means spear-hard! Put them together and you’ll get a hunk like the god of thunder with a super-hard spear, if you know what I mean!” Jade eschewed sparing Thorin even a scornful snicker and turned away from him. The only reason she had not leaped to her feet and stormed away yet was because she wanted to save Edelgard and Luca’s dignity.

He is the worst. The witch king enters and immediately casts a spell, moving Thorne away from me. "You will take your hands off my lady" The witch queen and I both turn towards him. The same expression. "Counter proposition. You become my mistress, providing you with a new home and all you desire" His hippy hand caresses my face. If I wasn't in cuffs I'd rip his heart out. Fuck peace. Thorne may have his hands bound but that won't stop him. He lunges forward biting the witch king. Tearing the flesh off of his neck and spitting it at his feet. "MINE" he roars. The Witch King, Screams and collapses to the ground.

Spectators filled the stands in thousands—nobles, warriors, emissaries, and priests from all three empires. Solaris banners crackled with golden flames. Lunaris banners rippled like liquid silver. Noctis banners billowed like dark, living smoke. A gilded platform hovered above the center, holding the Three Thrones: —The Sun Throne of Solaris —The Moon Throne of Lunaris —The Night Throne of Noctis Three rulers sat there, watching. A ripple of whispers spread as Alessia stepped into the light. “There she is!” “The dual heir!” “The prophecy child!” “She looks so young!”