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—’

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.

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.

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.

Before Skyla could complete her prayer in her mind, she could hear the sharp sound of something metallic piercing in the flesh. Skyla turned to the source of the sound and was stunned to see that those sounds were made by the thorns that were coming down from the trees at a greater intensity and the thorns appeared sharper and long as compared to the previous ones. The moment they came in contact with the man's upper body, they would straight away dig themselves inside and tear his flesh in just one swoop and some drops of blood started trickling out.

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

Carve my heart out? Love, a man is blind from its path. Love, is talking in third person will make you come back? Will the above pity me as they bring you back to me? Walking on the long path, A Rose I held. Clutching it tightly while its thorns pierce my hands. Blood pours as it stains the hand and the flower. Finally, it made a bloody Rose... The pain in my heart was so dominant that I couldn't feel the bruises outside. It reached the core...

“Whatever hunts her knows exactly who she is. And it will not stop until she is claimed.. or destroyed.” The forest seemed to breathe with those words. Thorne gestured to the path ahead. “Come. The night listens.” We walked on, the air colder now, heavier. My thoughts spiraled, questions gnawing like teeth. Lunaborn. Seal. Parents I never knew. None of it made sense, and yet… somewhere deep, something inside me stirred, like a locked door rattling on its hinges. As we neared the edge of the woods, a sharp sting cut across my palm. I hissed and looked down. A thorn had pricked me.. though no bush stood near. My blood slowly dripped down like a little tap.