A Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

I could not communicate with Thorne, and I knew he could not help with healing me as long as that was in my system. I felt the sting of another whip tear through my chest. I let out a scream. This is the fifth whip that hit through the same spot ripping my chest open deeper. I knew the whip was laced with silver. I would have reminders of this torture to last a lifetime.

They obeyed, trembling, whimpering, and stumbling over each other as they sank into their chairs. One by one, Lupercus strapped them in with thick silver cuffs on their wrists and ankles. "Gross," he muttered. "Y'all smell like a septic tank fucked a corpse." He took the seat across from me with a little sigh, folding one leg over the other like we were about to have afternoon tea. I picked up a Thornsteel knife. Using a silver-coated knife would be a mercy, they would heal, albeit painfully, but Thornsteel? Its metallic tendrils burrow into flesh and hook into the nervous system. It physically connects to the pain centers and pulses with agony. It's not something everyone knew, just the roy

Flashes of what could have happened to her ran through my head, and I shivered in fright. “I'm sick of this hellhole, I want to go to school! You can't keep me locked up in here forever!” I yelled and the next moment, I felt a stinging pain on my cheek as my eyes rolled backwards. I fell to the fall, holding my left cheek, wondering what just happened.

The scent of rose and apple blossom is thick in the air as I step out of the woods and into the sunlight. I pick a few roses, stopping to sniff deeply and run my fingers over their velvet petals. Instead of the tears I was sure would start spilling, I smile. Instead of homesickness and that all encompassing uncertainty when it comes to what I believe is my untimely death, I feel… incredibly happy. I feel fine. Whole and well. But then I prick my finger on one of the thorns. “Ouch,” I mumble, sucking on the wound. “You’re not supposed to touch the thorns, silly!”

my foot got stuck and when I look down I found out that I step on a thorn. I almost cried out with pain as it was so stuck in, I tried to remove it for it was so painful, I don't know where I am so I cut out the piece of clothes from my white sleeve shirt, I removed the thorn despite the pain, I once had the thought that this place is just a dream but how can the wound I sustained in a dream hurt this much. Right now I had no wish to return to my place, I regret touching that bead. I sat down with my back to a tall tree, I closed my eyes maybe I might see myself back at home.

I would never be able to forgive any of you. She(Petal) expressed her despise shooting me on my chest..And you(Maze) stabbing me on my back. Pain accumulated in me threatened to stop my breathing. I gasped trying hard to swallow the painful lump forming in my throat. But with my every attempt it appeared as the fiber of my throat may tear if I put more pressure on it.

"Help! Anyone there? Please, help us!" No reply came, and I ran more. All of a sudden a sharp sting penetrated through the skin of my foot, and a scream disbanded the silence of the jungle. I got down pressing my foot to stop the pain and turned it over, a thorn sticking out of it as blood trickled down. A sob left my mouth more following behind, all the frustration and helplessness hitting me at once. Why does it have to happen now? I held on the end of the long green thorn, fear delaying the process.

A single drop of his blood had fallen onto my skin where my shirt had ridden up. The drop sank in like it belonged there. My scales ignited (white-hot, blinding). The girl laughed one last time and dissolved into smoke that slithered up through the cracks in the ceiling. The wards slammed back into place. Silence. Thorne rolled off me, breathing hard, staring at his hand like it had betrayed him. I sat up slowly. The place where his blood had touched me now bore a new mark: a tiny black crescent moon cradling a flame.

“That is the lie you all tell yourselves, ‘Love is a choice.’ What a fragile shield against the world, let me show you the truth.” He moved fast. Unnaturally fast… I was wounded, exhausted swinging my dagger, a pathetic, slow arc in one sharp move caught my wrist, his grip like iron, and twisted, the bone didn’t break, but pain blinded me and dagger fell into the moss. He shoved me, and I went down, my injured leg buckling completely. Before I could rise, a net of woven shadow-thorns fell from the trees above, wrapping around me, the thorns bit not deep, just enough to sting, to hold. I was trapped, tangled on the forest floor.

Rin’s POV When the relationship broke, the flames continued. It only got more powerful. Curling up into the floor and burying my nails into the wood, I let out a scream. Every muscle in my body screamed, every nerve searing. Thorne's presence filled every nook and cranny of me as the bond tore me apart like a wildfire. I smelled him more strongly than ever, raw and wild, domineering. It penetrated every thought, slid into my lungs, and encircled my heart. I was unable to push it out. I was powerless to resist.