Young Thor Novels & Stories

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

Cynical laughter roared nearby. “Good girl, I like your mouth better when it’s not spewing shit you can’t back up.” Yuri’s husky voice was suddenly low in my ear and I clenched my teeth. The unmistakable stench of booze and cigarettes invaded my nostrils and I couldn't escape. Activity was buzzing around me, but I was too out of it to notice any particular action. I felt him grasp my chin roughly to get a good look at my face before he released it and stood back up with a threatening grunt.

“And you’re not?” “Yes, Tyler is immortal, as long as God is by his side. Me? My life has a limit. I am still in the teen years of my life.” Josh said with a smile. “Teen years? You mean you’re between thirteen and nineteen?” Hugo asked. “Yeah, guess how old I am,” said Josh. “Nineteen,” said Hugo. Josh laughed. “Seventeen ...” “Seventeen?” Hugo asked in shock. “Am I older than you? I am nineteen. ”

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Was that why he was so interested in Sara? “What the hell are you assholes doing in my bar?” Trent Younger, the owner of The Fainting Goat and a number of other restaurants in Fair Haven, came up to the trio with a grin on his face. Trent went way back with the Thorntons, as he and Lizzie Thornton had dated until they’d broken up unexpectedly when they’d barely graduated high school.

Fremingo put down the teacup and said. "Ahem..." "Cough, cough, cough..." Caught off guard, Bright Ye choked on the tea and kept coughing. Hunter Ye was better than him. Yuri held back her anger and said seriously, "Mr. , my sister is still under age!" "We know. Don't worry.Fremingo knows what he is doing." Lucas Austin patted on his shoulder, which made Bright Ye 's heart skip a beat. Only Lucas Austin , one of the four great family s, dared to slap him on the shoulder. Hunter Ye: not at all!

ADRIAN — What the hell! How can you lose two teenagers in a city this size?! — I yelled, to the security guard on the other end of the line. I was at home, taking care of business, when he called to say that the two girls had managed to disappear from his sight after entering a children's clothing store in Santa Clara. They were nothing more than amateurs, unprofessional, so they could be tricked by two teenage girls. Who did I have to kill to get a professional who was worth the money I was spending?

My throat suddenly goes dry at the sight, little droplets of water clinged to his chest and glistening under the poor sunlight that peeked through the windows. “Mr Young...Wh-What are you doing here?” He smirked lazily and gave me a crooked smile, looking devilishly and utterly unworldly. “You tell me, What do you think I am doing?” Suddenly his weight dips on my bed and his body hovers above me, my mouth part opens and Mr Young tooked that as a chance to thrust his tongue in between my parted lips. “Ca-Can you move away?” my voice sounded hoarse and Unrecognisable.