Tora Olafsdotter Novels & Stories

“I—I grew up in a small town…where I met Alex. We go to school together. My mother, Jeanine, is an accountant. My father left a few years ago.” “What was his name?” “Richard.” They all look at each other. “Dooo you know him?” “Please continue,” Jeraoul says. “I don’t know what else to tell you.” “May we ask what happened to your Luna…Yln…” Only Rita can’t remember her name. Neither can I. These wolf names are so foreign to me. “Ylfa,” Lenor says. “She and Hrolf were of deep and recent Hungarian blood. She was our queen, as humans would put it,” she says smiling at me. “She was the most lovely and delicate of werewolves.”

All he cared about was his woman. Theo watched as Leah landed her beautiful red dragon in the clearing a few feet away from where the tables were set up. He could hear the exclamations of excitement coming from everyone, especially the children, at seeing the magnificent creature in front of them. He smirked. This was probably the first time any of these idiots had ever even laid eyes on a dragon in their entire pathetic lives!

That four-letter word was caught in my throat, refusing to come out. “ Shh, don’t say that. He’s okay. He’ll be okay. “ No matter how soothing and encouraging her words were, a part of my brain thought the worst thought possible. The pain in my chest had only gotten more intense by the second. I pulled away from her and wiped my tears. I needed to have faith. He was Nikolai, the youngest self-made Don to ever walk this earth. He was okay, he had to be. The door opened and Lily came in. She looked between the two of us and her expression softened when she saw my red eyes.

The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height. After I compared the two, I am even more confused. But, there's one thing for sure, Bel and Magda are different people. Then suddenly, I remembered what the old lady said lately. "I don't know who Magda is that you're looking for but there's a woman occupying this house who works on what you're saying." I frowned. There is no other woman here, only Bel. If that's it means Bel is a— "Clark, here..." I was sitting up straight when Bel came into the salas with a glass of juice and a biscuit.

She arrived by snowmobile just after midnight. Freya Lindström, 29, a renowned Sami photographer from Rovaniemi, stepped into the warm igloo. Her long platinum-blonde hair spilled from under her fur hood, and her athletic yet lush body was wrapped in a thick white parka. Beneath it she wore nothing but delicate black lace lingerie. The moment her stormy grey eyes met Elias’s, her smooth, bare pussy clenched violently. A hot rush of slick arousal flooded her tight channel, instantly soaking the thin lace and beginning to drip down her inner thighs.

‘Halvar… he might know. I opened my eyes and looked across the room. Halvar sat at the edge of the hearth, carefully rolling up the ancient scrolls he had brought with him since yesterday. “Is it all true?” I asked, my voice raw. “What you said about me… about Thora…” Halvar nodded slowly. “You are the direct descendant of Lyaria Vaelthorn—the last blood heir of the ancient Umbrawolf line. A shadow wolf. And Thora is no ordinary wolf—she’s a Guardian Spirit, sent to protect the chosen bloodline.”

“Wait here.” I watched as the officer went and spoke to someone in a suit. He walked over to me. “Good afternoon...” he paused waiting for my name. “Dominic Thorn.” “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn. I am Detective Connor Calloway. I believe you know whose car this is?” “It’s my fiancé's car, Leila Clarke. I was on the phone to her when the crash happened.” “Can you tell me what she said?” “Someone was following her, she said they were ramming her and then she crashed. There was a voice that said, ‘she’s mine’. Then the call cut off.”

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

My interest was piqued despite the tension simmering inside me. "Alpha Ordren, your mate's father, was mated to a woman named Eldora from the Black Valley pack. A woman Nelfas had an eye for. He tried all he could to stand between Ordren and his fated mate, but it was all futile. Ordren went ahead to claim his mate, but Nelfas grew bitter."

“… hann matti fá júngírúna ef ha: sigldi Haraldr norr Ellipalta!!!” “Ahhhh!” I screamed and felt something crack in my grip. It was two of Cayden’s fingers since it was his hand I was holding. He didn’t remove his fingers from my grip and I didn’t let him go even though I knew he was going through pain. I couldn’t let him go. Artuhla’s voice started rising to a piercing pitch now. “Sigldi Haraldr norr ö Ellipalta. allt um Austriki. f pessum f’aldr gamanvisur.” She bawled.