Tord X Tom Novels & Stories

Marcus snarled, redirecting forces to counter Harold's position. Christian's howl cut through the battlefield. A challenge. A promise of violence. Harold answered with his howl. But before Christian could reach Harold, another threat emerged. Tom. He came through the eastern breach, fighting through our defenders like they were nothing. Blood covered his muzzle. His eyes were wild, insane. And he was looking directly at me. “Sophie!” Tom's voice was distorted, half-human, half-wolf. “Sophie!” My guard warriors immediately formed a protective circle around me.

She waved and smiled. Arlo continued, "and this big guy over here is Tom. He'll be captaining the other raft." He motioned toward a tall, well-muscled man with wavy brown hair and a beard. The guy reminded me of Magnum PI. "Tom is from New Zealand and can teach you all sorts of cool Kiwi phrases." "Right you are," Tom said with a very pronounced Kiwi accent and a broad smile.

"It's not every day I meet a lad with such a tasty name. And what would your friends be called, Mutton Chop and Squab Gendry scowled down from his saddle. "Why should I tell you my name? I haven't heard yours "Well, as to that, I'm Tom of Sevenstreams, but Tom Sevenstrings is what they call me, or Tom o' Sevens. This great lout with the brown teeth is Lem, short for Lemoncloak. It's yellow, you see, and Lem's a sour sort. And young fellow me lad over there is Anguy, or Archer as we like to call him

Tom grunted out furiously when the front door was banged shut right into his face. “This isn’t over.” He muttered with a dirty look, his eyes pinned on the closed door. He groaned in pain as he struggled to get back up on his feet. He was furious but he had to accept defeat, once again. He was injured. He knew that he got Ryder good but he ended up with some fiery punches thrown right into his face. He hated to admit that Ryder’s fierce punches and violent kicks were unexpectedly incredible. Tom limped as he made his way towards the big bush and stopped when he reached the man waiting for him.

The Reverend’s eyeballs righted into place. Their hearts seemed to flatten with the concussion, stop dead inside their chests for an instant. Air exited lungs. The lights near the red-brick shelters and along the bike path flickered and went out, came on again. Tommy saw an opening and crawled for it, drew himself up and clipped the tomahawk out of Salt’s grasp, hurling it away. He turned in surprise, saw his war ax flip end over end into the blackness as Tommy attached himself to his leg, grappling to pull him down.

He was dressed in a tuxedo and was holding two glasses of drinks with a nice smile which he found strange because it was appealing to him, he waved it at the back of his mind and returned the smile "honestly, they are worst than a bug." The young man laughed softly at his joke before handing him a drink to which he collected, "allow me to introduce myself Mr. Boron, I am Oliver Simon, at your service" he did a dramatic bow which Kane must admit was a little funny since it wasn't necessary. "And what will be your service be to me Mr. Simon?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a faint smile on his lips. "To drive the pests away of course but you must be ready to pay me handsomely."

Tom beams out all thoughts of tiredness clearly forgotten as his excitement of seeing his family takes over while I just feel more nervous but I muster all the strength that I have and smile wide because I don't want him to think that I'm being ungrateful here because I'm really not, in fact, I'm looking forward to being around a family again. We pull up outside a large wooden farmhouse and the door flies open as two little kids come running towards the truck and I know straight away who they are. One because Tom doesn't stop talking about Brody and Sophie and made sure he FaceTimed with them regularly and two because his brother Christian is the only one of them that has children. From what

Tom stood still calmly, wanting to feel what the magic coming from the humble land would feel like. But Tom immediately realized that he was wrong; a thunder pole knocked Tom's legs down and forced Tom's legs to kneel on the ground, each ray of thunder carrying a power supply that hit tom's body cells so that he had no strength to perform the magic that stopped time. In turn, Tom received all 10 poles of thunder that hit him repeatedly. The burning smell of fabric and hair spread everywhere; Tom's face was black, his hair still clawed straight today was beaten to the point of standing up, clothes torn, on his face with scratches through his right cheek still bleeding, but Tom still managed t

I replied. He said, "Okay, coming right up!" Tom was a member of our pack. Here in Texas, he ran a restaurant and bar. Our hangout spot at his bar was safe. He makes excellent beverages, and you might see some wolves socializing with foolish mortals. Some of whom might be pretending to be human themselves. Tom placed the margarita beside me. I drank it in hardly any time at all. "Vodka, please," I remarked as I set the glass down.

Tom said as he looked at Adonis with gentle eyes, like a father's gaze for his son. He then gave Dominic a defiant look, as if Tom was glad he had made Dominic curious about Adonis. For Tom, Dominic is both an enemy and a close friend. So he always had to get along with Dominic. He couldn't show his emotions too much. Tom's words startled Dominic, and the friendly smile on his face was frozen. He looked at Tom with bewildered eyes, his deep, suspicious voice ringing, Dominic said.