A Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

But she knew one thing for sure: The heart beneath the thorn was bleeding. And this was only the beginning.

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.

I barely had time to react. The relic screamed in my grasp. Crack. I gasped as it shattered. “No!” I cried, watching shards of the ancient relic fall like fractured stars around me. Thorne’s grin twisted wickedly. “Oops,” he mocked. Then he struck. The blow hit me square in the chest like a falling boulder. I was hurled across the ridge, crashing through trees and scattering stones. My back slammed against a rock with a brutal, bone-breaking thud. Pain exploded through my ribs. I coughed, tasting blood.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat a deafening drum in my ears, as the tension between Thorne and me crackles in the air like static before a storm. His words weigh on me, sharp and pointed, cutting through the defenses I’ve worked so hard to build. I’m walking a razor’s edge now, and there’s no turning back. I know he’s not just testing me anymore—he’s pulling me in. And as much as I hate to admit it, there’s a part of me that wants to let him.

And finding out who did this gave me more than enough shock, I never knew he would go to this extent cause of a mere deal. ||Hardie Morrison|| I keep running with out destination in to the wild bush, soon I get to the heart of the bush. It was filled with thorns every where and the thorns were closely packed, still I didn't stop. "Getting your self cuts from the thorns might be the best punish ment you can give your self." That was the signal my brain keep sending to me and I love the idea. With out thinking twice, I did as directed by my brain. My body has cut all over it, with the cloth getting torn on same place as the thorn. I could feel my hot blo od oozing out of the cuts as it trickle

His expression still bore pain from the kick he had received, and it obviously still hurt. “That was mean, you could have killed me!!’ he scolded. “That would have been great, because if Leo catches you, then he would do worse. Let me go now if you don’t want your intestines plugged out one after the other while you watch, you wouldn’t want to know what it feels like to get your eyes burnt out with a hot steel,” she threatened. Marco couldn’t help but chuckle. “Is that how much of a monster that your boyfriend is?” he asked with a smile.

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace

Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open.

Too sharp. It reminded me of the searing pain when Darien forced that blood bond and stitched it into me. But now…it felt stranger. It was as if something inside me was pulling tight, sewing itself together. “Ah…fuck…” I hissed, clutching my back as another sharp sting shot through me. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes before spilling down my cheeks. “Are you okay, Ava?” Thorne’s deep voice pulled me out of the spiral of pain. I turned my head slowly, realizing with a jolt that he was still here with me.