Novel & Cerita Blood Thorn

“You bring me what you find. Discreetly. And in return… I offer you truths. About the attempt on your life. About the undercurrents in this castle that threaten far more than just your engagement.” The offer hung between them, heavy with risk and potential. Trusting a shadow was insanity. But refusing meant facing the labyrinth of Blackwood Castle blind, with assassins potentially at her back and her own brother pulling her strings towards ruin. Lysander represented an unknown variable, a wild card. But in a game rigged against her, a wild card might be her only chance. “How?” Vivian asked, her voice barely audible. “How do I contact you?” A small, dark object flew through the air. Vivian fl

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

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

I dropped my dagger and caught Thorne’s blades with my bare hands. The silver hissed against my palms, the smoke rising in thick, white clouds. Thorne’s eyes widened in terror as he realized he wasn't drinking my light—he was being burned by it. "The sun doesn't just shine, Thorne," I said, my voice resonating with the frequency of the Tenth Cycle. "It forges." I funneled the emerald fire into the silver blades. The ancient metal, designed to kill my kind, began to glow, then melt. Thorne screamed as his own weapons turned into liquid slag, burning his hands and dripping onto the salt circle.

He replies to my mind with an image of a thumbs up emoji. I launch myself on top of my maker. In an attempt to halt him. The longer I'm in his presence, the more obedient my mark grows and betrays me. I'm trying to hit, bite and even scratch him. The mark is spreading over him shielding my attacks. He continues walking with me on his back. We stop in front of Arlo and Helena trying to make their escape. Arlo steps in front of her but Thorne grabs his throat and throws him away. I pry myself from his back and step in front of Him. His eyes are red and snake like.

I close my eyes biting my lower lip and say softly, “Hands to yourselves Mr. Hawthorne.” “You make me turn on whenever we’re alone, especially when we are in a confined space.” Adrian whispered into my ear as I felt his breath tingling around my neck and could feel my arm hair rise, having goosebumps as he stroked my arm gently up and down. He pushes me slowly into the small room that has a small bed which has only a divider that separates the room.

I let out a breath that I didn't realize I had been holding. --------***--------***--------***-------

Luca paused and stared at Elena, she understood his unsaid words, it was her turn to get in the car. She hesitated for a while, but after remembering Leo’s words about Luca, she decided to obey and walk into the car. She didn’t want to be a victim of someone with anger issues- Luca! Leonardo had said that to scare her and it was clear that he succeeded in petrifying her. Luca walked into the car after her and closed the door, while the third man got in the driver’s seat and ignited the car. They drove out of the building, which surprisingly had no gate. Why would these thugs live in a building without a proper gate, the entrance was however surrounded with beautiful grown flowers that served

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!