A Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

There were howls in the air from my packmates who had run after me to find out what was going on; but those howls were far away. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my leg and it made me come to a halt. Panting, I nearly collapsed on the ground as I knelt down to examine my leg. It was a small thorn but it had gone deep into my shin, causing a constant stabbing pain. Irritated, I sat down on the ground to remove the thorn. The urgency to find Clay was gnawing at me, but I needed the thorn out of my shin so I could walk again.

It was like a silver thread tied to my heart. ​Thorne lunged again, a massive fist swinging toward my head. I ducked, the air of the blow ruffling my hair, and drove my own fist into his stomach. It was like hitting a wall of stone. Thorne did not even flinch. He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me off the ground, his fingers digging into my windpipe. ​“You are so weak,” Thorne hissed, his face inches from mine. “I can feel your life flickering like a candle in the wind. Why do you struggle? Why do you cling to a world that has already moved past you?”

I don’t know where I was going, but I knew it must be far. I walked until my leg sore and tired, but I pushed harder and continued. Suddenly, my leg entered into something soft and spongy, and the ground sank under my weight. I stumbled forward, flinging my hands to stop the fall - only to drive them straight into a wall of thorny brambles. Pain exploded through me. The thorns are not normal, they burned like fire, the sting spread from my fingertips up to my arms in seconds. I tried to pull back, but the vines coil tighter, their barbs entering my skin.

The pain on my side felt like a sharp jab, a constant reminder of something I couldn't quite grasp. I heard my mom's voice in the distance, a comforting murmur that reassured me, "You'll be fine, Madison. The doctors are taking care of you." It was a distant echo, like a lifeline connecting me to the world outside my foggy cocoon. I tried to focus on the words, to find solace in them, but the pain and dizziness were relentless.

Dante's peaceful sleep was disrupted by a itch on his forehead. It felt as if a fly was walking on his forehead. He opened his eyes, pissed. He scratched his head but didn't find any fly. It was just his hair. A sharp pain hit his head as he sat up. His head throbbed so painfully that he groaned, supporting his head with his palm. He looked around, finally noticing the unfamiliar surrounding. "What the hell?"

Samaira looked at the man looking as fresh as the first dew drop “Hmm,” “Who was the woman you slept with last night?,” A thorn is a thorn that pierces your heart, No matter if it is made of wood or satin.. All Hearts!!

Adrian asked me after the kiss. Honestly, I just don’t want to get hurt. I know what relationships do to people when they break up or lose someone. It hurts. I may not experience it but I have experienced the feeling of someone you trust walk away and disappear from your life just in a blink of an eye. “Just for now, I want you to hold on to that. I want and need you.” Adrian says while stroking my cheek with his thumb.

two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing. As we scrambled through the backyard, the cream lace—my wedding dress—snagged on a jagged thicket of thorns. I didn't stop. I pulled with everything I had, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing like a scream in the quiet of the old man's backyard. A long, jagged strip stayed behind, dancing on the thorns like a ghost. I didn't know why, but the sound felt like an omen. The 'legal shield' hadn't even lasted an hour before it was torn to shreds." As we hit the main road, the briefcase felt like a lead weight between us. We weren't just running for our lives anymore. We were running with the only evidence that could take the enemies dow

“We can’t fight an entire pack war unprepared!” And through it all,Kael didn’t move. He just stared at the ground for a second. Then slowly…Something changed in his expression, I saw the way he looked at thorne. “ Thorne, lift up your sleeves.” Then thorne sighed and did it, a dark mark spreading under his skin. Veins turning faintly black… Like something inside him was already eating him alive. A chill ran through me.“Thorne!” I called. He exhaled.“Poison,” he said simply.n“It’s a very toxic one,” he added. “Slow. But effective.”