A Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

The spear is still lodged in his side, the wood slick with red. ‎ ‎For a heartbeat, I can’t move. Everything inside me freezes. Then something in me snaps. ‎ ‎“Not you,” I whisper, voice shaking. “You don’t get to die here.” Thorne can't die. I'm prepared to die, but Thorne has to live. I can't live in a world without him. ‎

Its silence wrapped around us like a blanket, and for a moment, I let myself believe it would last. That the storm we’d been bracing for might wait a little longer. Then the pull began. It started in my chest. A slow ache, dull and strange, like something inside me was being turned toward a direction I couldn’t see. I shifted under the blankets, frowning, but the sensation didn’t stop. It intensified. A throb in my mark. A pulse beneath my ribs. Theron stirred behind me. “You feel that?” I whispered. He was already awake. His voice came low and gravel-rough against my ear. “Yes.”

All I could really feel in this expanse of thorns was pain. That was bearable. I was used to pain. It’s been my companion longer than I can remember. Pain I can bear. Vera was still crouched in front of me, her creepy smile etched on her face. Taking a moment to steady myself, I gathered all of the strength I could muster and immediately threw my hand out, gritting my teeth as the thorns tore through my skin all the way until they were out. Catching her by the side of the head, I pulled with all of my power and slammed her face-first into the thorns.

This matter had been weighing on Sophie's heart for so long, like a thorn piercing deep into her soul. Perhaps only by pulling out the thorn could she heal and stop the pain.

Nova's heart ached deeply, feeling lime thorns surrounded her heart. She was suffering from a very excruciating emotional pain that she didn't think she would overcome.

“Touch it.” I can’t stop myself. Green light floods the room, filling my vision. All I can see is the rose and all I hear is the music as my pointer finger stretches. I just… want to feel it–the cold metal–the gift left by a mother I never knew but desperately miss. The music rushes through my ears as my finger brushes over a single, golden thorn. “Yes… yes… do it!” “MAXIANA!” Annabel screams my name as the thorn bites into my skin. The room spins before going an inky, dark, black.

"What happened at the Thorne Mansion — I mean, office today?" Jessica couldn't help but crack a small smile as she launched into the story of Evelyn Thorne's visit, her sharp observations, and the unsettling feeling of suspicion that had settled in the room after her phone call with Ann. “Nothing much. And yes — when you had called and asked if I found anything, his mother walked in on me…. I was stoned.” “Oh– shit!” Ann yelled with her palms raised to her open mouth in amazement. “I'm so sorry Jess — I didn't know.” Ann apologizes sincerely.

So surrounded by happy beings and she can't seem to forget about her past that darkens her every petal, she's dying inside. My hand reached around the stem, letting the thorns pierce my hand, harshly. I felt the burn of my hand and I sucked it in. My hands swiftly pulled at the stem, wanting to free the petals from what was holding it captive. I pulled and heaved and pushed but the flower wouldn't budge, it felt safe cornered and kept away from the flowers who loved her dearly. I pulled my hands away from the piercing stem, staring at the bloodshed that resigned on my hands.

Brawen has read through knowledge about this species of thorns, so she knows a little: Moore, try to avoid them, don't touch them, hurting them will only make them mad. Hundreds of thorns shot straight into the sky, they wiggled in all directions to catch the enemy. Those strings are illusions that are real, being stabbed by it will hurt like silver bullets, but as long as the simulated space closes, it won't hurt anymore. Contrary to Brawen, Irina unleashed a huge fire on the thorns, who cried out in pain. But just as Brawen thought, they immediately became enraged and attacked Irina.

It was gone. "What the...." I was shocked, and fear crept into me, "What are you both thinking?" I questioned them and began to move away from them. "Don't!" Elayne warned me. I was not ready to listen. I took a step backwards anyway, and I felt something piercing into my leg immediately. It was by the side. An excruciating pain hit me. It was sharp, and I realised the thorns were all poisonous. No wonder it was called the Garden of Pain.