A Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

’ I could hear the fright in my aunt’s voice. I looked below and thorns slowly grew into our landing, sharp long thorns. ‘How do I do that?’ I asked, fear creeping into the strongest part of me. I don’t want to die yet, I have to save Myra. We fell near the edge of the thorns. ‘Just pull us out!’ The sharp thorns pierced our body before I could muster the thought about getting out of his head. Darkness veiled my sight which I regain a second later back in the room.

I tried to memorize the turns I took, retracing my steps when I found myself at dead ends. But, as I rounded another corner, a jagged hedge loomed before me, the sharp thorns pointing directly at my face like daggers ready to impale me. I froze, my heart pounding as I eyed the thorny spikes mere inches from piercing my eyes, "What? Not again..." For a moment I considered giving up, letting the thorns take me. But some primal instinct for survival kicked in, and with a shout I threw myself to the side, rolling on the damp grass as the thorns tore at my clothes and scraped my skin.

The pointy side glinted wickedly, almost like a metal. The flat side looked like a roughly broken branch, far too many sharp wood slivers. If it impacts a person at high speed, even this will get embedded in their skin. On top of that, the broken slivers will be hell to remove from any person’s arms. The next thorn, he was able to stop at the door of the room. Yanlong observed, but said nothing. On one side, cactus thorns piled up. Yanlong opened her phone, and settled her tasks.

And the terrifying, blinding morning sun had only just violently begun to rise over his completely inescapable, absolute hell. The sheer, colossal magnitude of the overgrown, razor-sharp thorn wall aggressively mocked his entirely exhausted, deeply shattered existence. Aryan violently dragged his heavily bleeding, completely mangled right hand entirely back through the thick, dark branches, aggressively pulling a massive cluster of the sharp wooden spikes completely out of the freezing dirt. The colossal, jagged thorns violently ripped straight through his raw, torn palms, actively leaving deep, horrific, actively bleeding gashes completely across his fragile skin. He actively choked on a ra

“If I wanted a lecture, child, I’d have raised someone.” Ash bristled but didn’t move. My attention was fixed on the rift—still open, still shimmering like a wound in reality. Every pulse of silver felt like a heartbeat. Hers. Faint and frantic. I stepped toward it instinctively. Thorn’s hand shot out again—faster than any mortal man could move—and slammed against my chest. “You set foot in there now,” he hissed, “and the Veil will flay you alive. It will peel your magic off bone by bone. You’ll die before you even reach her breath.”

It was lighter than expected, but colder than death. Her hands trembled as she brought them closer to her head. The room leaned in, breath caught, hunger gleaming in a hundred eyes. She inhaled. Exhaled. Then lowered the Crown of Thorns onto her brow. For a single heartbeat, nothing happened. And then, Pain. White-hot. A thorn pierced her scalp. Another. Then a third, digging deep into the base of her skull. Blood welled along her temples, trickling in twin rivers past her cheeks.

Her voice fell to a whisper that seemed to echo from nowhere and everywhere. “It’s the only love strong enough to save him.” His name shattered me. Thorne. Just that one word cut through like a sacred blade. My chest collapsed. Tears spilled without consent. “He’s suffering,” I choked. “Somewhere dark. Somewhere I can’t reach.” I didn’t know why I was crying so hard. I’d lost before – my parents, my world, my life. But this grief felt ancient, like my soul had always known his. Thorne had become a wound I carried like breath.

-Karen- My knees throbbed with pain as I watched her take a few steps towards me. She had a twisted smile on her face as our gazes locked. “Acrid Shadow Thorns!” I was stabbed by a thorny spike that shot off a couple thorny branches through me in different directions. I yelled from the pain but that was only the beginning as I found out. She snapped her fingers and I felt searing pain race through me as I screamed louder from the pain. I writhed from the pain, falling against the ground while the chains tightened up against me. I cried out from the agony I felt all over. I could feel her eyes on me as I lay there panting trying to catch my breath. It hurts so badly! It was worse than demon’s

I gasped, bubbles escaping from my mouth. Looking down, I saw a plant with long, venomous thorns that had found its home beneath the water's surface. One of those thorns had impaled my leg, injecting its toxic venom into my system. Panic welled up within me. My movements became frantic as I grappled with the pain. Each attempt to pry the thorn from my leg sent shockwaves of agony through my body. The water around me blurred. Summoning every ounce of strength and willpower, I seized the thorn with both hands, bracing myself for the searing pain that would surely follow. With a sharp yank, I tore it free, the rush of pain almost causing me to lose consciousness.