Thor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I know the thunder can feel the new power pulsing through our bond to the thunder. I pump my fist into the sky and whoop with happiness. The thunder responds instantly, shouting or bugling their response. I smile. I am Skylar, Queen Cyryl’s rider. Together, we will lead this thunder into the next phase of our lives. We will not allow the royals to destroy us. If it comes down to us or them, then we will crush them. Scout Commander POV “Would you look at that. It’s the whole fucking thunder,” one of my scouts says beside me.

Goodluck with that. I walked out of Thornwell Estate and took a cab straight to the motel. I slammed the guest room door behind me and locked it with shaky hands. My body trembled with rage and fear. What if he actually told Alpha Garran and he believed Mom was also a gold-digging whore? Would he call off their marriage? Damn it! They hadn't even been married for a day yet, and my actions were about to cause trouble between them. I paced, replaying Liam’s words in my mind. Gold-digging whore. Really? That was a horrible thing to say to anyone. I knew now that he was a terrible person.

Could it be what he was thinking right now? “No.” He said out subconsciously, making Jessica turn to him. “... Did you say something Mr Thorne?” Jessica asked. “No… Uh —That was just um… a voice. A voice in my head.” He was startled. He has never startled in a speech before. Not even in the presence of the high-class citizens like himself. What was wrong?

For one mortifyingly long moment, I hovered without movement, without a sound. “I-I think…I-I like you. A lot.” I swallowed thickly as those words sank in, my chest and throat burning. Panic seized my insides; a lump lodged in my throat. The omega gripped my hand so tightly that her nails were digging into my skin, making me wince. “I-I wish you would like me back, Alpha.” *** Any thoughts? ***

“Erica.” Thor let out a low growl from my side as my spine stiffened and I took a shuddering breath of the freezing cold air before I turned around to face him. Thor stepped closer to me, his whole body flushed against my leg. I let my fingers touch his soft fur to calm him down even when my own heart lurched in my chest at the sight of him. Antonio. The villain of my story. The villain I love.

she went on, refusing to let the matter drop. The moment those words left her mouth, I saw something flicker across Thor's face. Fear. It was there only briefly, but I caught it. "I assure you that there is nothing," Thor said quickly. Too quickly. The way he answered made my suspicions deepen. He was acting as if he was scared of something. Scared of being discovered by us. Scared of his perfect little lie being dragged into the light. Scared that whatever he and his Alpha had been trying to keep hidden would finally be exposed.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

I sighed again. "Here we are," Lydia said, drawing me out of my reverie. I looked around and saw that we were a little distance away from the tribe. I could see Thorr working on some animal bones beside a fire. I had noticed the heated looks he had been giving me recently. It was like he was forgetting that I was mated already... and to his alpha. On some lonely nights, I would wonder what it would feel like if I went up to his tent and allowed him to hold me. I would wonder how it would feel if we both gave in to the animal instinct burning inside our bodies. Thea scoffed in my head. She had no part in this fantasy. Sometimes I wondered why Thorr had not found his mate yet.

Somewhere away from the spire. “It’s just a structure,” Thor said. “We get there, we touch it, we’re done.” “Is your wolf okay?” I asked. “With the spire?” Thor shrugged. Me and my wolf, Maul, we don’t get along so well. He doesn’t talk to me much. But then Thor went silent. “Actually,” he said. “No, he’s not okay with it. He’s recoiling.” “What do you think this means?” I asked.