A Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

My mind is racing, trying to find a loophole, a workaround, some way to survive the upcoming weeks without losing my mind or my identity to the man who shattered me. “Please,” I whisper, the word slipping out before I can stop it, my defenses crumbling just enough to show the raw desperation underneath. “Anyone else, Thorne. Axel, Zane, yourself… anyone but him.” Thorne looks at me for a long moment, a flicker of genuine sympathy passing through his eyes, but his expression remains entirely immovable.

They were being bled again, not for a debt, but for sport. I fell to my knees, my forehead pressed against the iron bars. I could hear Kai roaring my name between his screams, a sound of such feral, desperate love that it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. "Hold on," I sobbed, my voice lost in the stones. "Please, just hold on." Thorne thought he had me. He thought he had won. He thought that by breaking the men I loved, he would make me crawl. He was wrong.

I stopped. There it was. A thorn bush I had never seen before. Its branches were dark, almost black, twisted unnaturally, the thorns looked sharp like claws. Something about it pulled at me. My chest tightened again, that same strange pull from the dream. “Tsk… why do you look like that?” I murmured, reaching out without thinking. The moment my finger touched it, I felt a sharp pain. “Ah—!” I pulled back sharply, but it was too late.

Enough to see the shadow of someone at the far edge, blurred by grey. I didn’t look long. I bolted left. The path took me straight into a nest of thorn. The first scrape surprised me; the next dozen felt personal. I kept my head down and tore through, leaving a small offering of skin behind. The thorns grabbed my hair, and I ripped it free. My breathing got ragged. My heart felt too big and too fast. He feels me, my mark said, loud and sure. No. Different. Far. Hot. The promise of him pulsed once and was gone.

Dorian POV The abyss didn’t have a floor. It was an endless, suffocating descent into thick, oily blackness that smelled of old blood and rusted iron. I was back there again. That dark place. Thorns, sharp as wolf fangs and coated in liquid silver, erupted from the shadows. They wrapped around my limbs and sank into my chest. They didn’t just tear at my skin. They tore through my spirit, dragging the worst parts of me to the surface. The rage. The hunger.

It was Thorne’s, and Thorne didn’t play by the rules. He didn’t bluff. He didn’t flinch. He destroyed. But he has a weakness. I met his eyes with mine, fighting to wear my fear like war paint. Because if he touched me… if he branded me like I was nothing… I wasn’t sure I’d ever come back from it. He stepped forward and took one of the weapons from his guard. It hissed faintly, fresh from the flames, the twisted metal glowed red, hot enough to melt flesh and bones.

Only the thorns remained. “You know what this is, boy?” “A stem,” I’d said, uncertain. He smiled. “It is the truth. Beauty rots. Petals wither. But thorns endure. That is why our line bears the spiral thorn. We are what endures.” He leaned close, pricking my palm with the stem until blood welled. “And you, Jude… you are my sharpest thorn.” The memory cracked as I slammed the book shut. But the voice did not stop.

Then I see it The whip. Before my eyes it was laced with wolfsbane. I begin to shake. My knees buckle. The scent alone is enough to make my stomach turn. Thorne steps forward, whip in hand, expression unreadable. “This,” he says, his voice ringing out for all to hear, “is what happens to those who defy me.” The first lash slices through the air and lands on my back. The pain is indescribable. It sears through me like fire, burning straight to my soul.

My top gets caught in the thongs ripping. “There she is” someone shouts behind me. Who the fuck is that? Who are they talking about? When I look behind it’s clear they are talking about me because I’m the only ‘she’ I can see. I push aside the sharp branches and thorns trying to get away.I leap over the larger bushes trying to avoid getting entangled in the thorny vines. They are chasing me. What the hell. I run faster the thorns ripping my skin as try to make it through.