A Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

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.

Fingers crossed. Naturally, I have the misfortune to pick a direction thick with blackberry bushes. I’m constantly battling through the snags, and let me tell you, blackberry thorns suck. They might be tiny, but they are sharp. It's almost like they burn as they bite into my skin, even through my clothes, leaving tiny stinging scratches all over my body. They heal quickly, but they still hurt. I’m committed now, and I can only hope I’m heading in a good direction.

“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.

But within that quietude, within the ominous stillness, my resolve stood unshaken, ready to exploit the chink in Thorne's armor the moment it dared show itself. A miscalculation-a graze along my forearm, the sting of it sharp and sudden. I could taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth before the scent of it filled my nostrils, a visceral reminder of the stakes we danced around. Each cut, every bruise, was more than mere flesh wound; it was a testament to the future we both fought so desperately to protect.

I made a mistake by bending down to remove it and my hand got stuck in the thorns as well I gave a loud heart piercing scream. Only the owls of the night responded by giving an angry hoot. My voice must have disturbed their night's rest. The moon was not fully out and I could barely see where I was going. All I know is that I must have gone half way through the thorn bed. This is just crazy, I can't go back now, it would be useless. “Just a few more steps.” I encouraged myself I cried as I forcefully raised my leg and still placed it on another thorn flower just to move forward.

"Soccer must keep you in excellent shape. It’s almost a shame I have to break you." He pushed one finger in, then two, his movements clinical yet ruthless. I buried my face in my arms, moaning into the sleeve of my hoodie as he prepared me. The friction was intense, the sensation of being opened up by a man I both feared and worshipped sending white-hot sparks through my brain. "I... I want it," I sobbed. "I want you to break me." "Oh, I’m going to do much more than that," Thorne said. He withdrew his fingers, and for a moment, the absence felt like a void. Then I felt the tip of him, hot and massive, pressing against me.

That day happened to be the full moon and that night, the moon had turned red because of the blood that was shed on that day. To worsen it, Thorne bore the consequences of that disobedience because the scars he had that day never healed. It would always reopen on every full moon, causing him so much immense pain that no one dared near his chambers except for me—My presence gave him some sort of relief even though it did little to alleviate his pain. Knowing that he would be going through that again broke me apart. Thorne wiped away the tears that streamed down my face. “That pain will only last for a night but right now, my focus is on you because I can’t get enough of you. Right now, I want

As I walk away I stare at my palm feeling numb inside while a shockwave mingling with fury fills my veins like an organism living within me making it hard to breathe or see clearly through tears streaming down my cheeks when my palms tremble hopelessly without any control at all. Thorns and branches reach out, snagging my clothes, and tearing my skin. I feel a searing pain as a particularly sharp thorn rips across my arm, but it's distant, muted as if it's happening to someone else. I can't feel it, won't feel it, as I pour all my energy into escape.

I refused to cause my mates pain if I could help it at all. My jaw was clenched as hard as I could as I transformed back to Fae. Had you ever known what it felt like to have thorns pushed against your pussy or cock? What about the thorns breaking the skin and being embedded deep? Well, it was not fun and was an indescribable pain that I never wanted to ever experience again. However, it would definitely be a great torture/interrogation tool. A sadistic grin formed. Hell fucking yes. Okay. Back to the shitshow brought to you by a soon-to-be fucking dead bitch.

My chest tightened with something close to relief. I smiled wildly with a flash of relief on my face, but the relief disappeared as quickly as it came the moment I noticed the huge thorns surrounding it. I shook my head in disappointment, knowing there was no way I would be able to get past it. The thorns were very long and sharp, surrounding the plant perfectly with not a single weak point. They formed a near perfect circle, dense and unforgiving, like they had been growing there for centuries for the sole purpose of making sure no one ever touched what was inside.