Blood Thorn Novels & Stories

Damian blade unsheathing earth-shatter roar, alpha-aura exploding: “Betas formation iron—diad, core the armored vein heart! Council—back the fuck or bleed with us!” Thorne snarled glee-battle manic, plate-mail claws extending scythe-curved: “Bleed? We join the slaughter—prove border fang-worth!” His loyal betas surged howling, fangs ripping abomination-throats gore-fountain, one gurgling: “For Thorne—tear void-guts!”

These were dark, their petals the color of dried blood, and they were guarded by thorns as long and lethal as daggers. In the center of the courtyard sat a stone altar, its surface etched with runes that seemed to writhe if she looked at them too long. Without a word, Thorne lifted her and pushed her onto the cold stone. The chill of the rock was a shock against her heated skin, but before she could recoil, he moved. He positioned himself between her legs and spread her thighs wide, pinning her knees back toward her shoulders. "They all know what you are now," he murmured. His voice was a dark caress, a low vibration that made her skin crawl even as it ignited a spark of heat she couldn't ex

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.

Though I was sure, she already knew. "Thorn wood is wood from a certain type of tree. Blackthorn, Hawthorn, and Whitethorn trees. Dead man's blood is the blood of a dead person, also known as cold blood. Vampires can't drink blood from a person that's already dead. It's like poison to them."

"Thank you for coming. We need to show you what we've discovered." He leads us to the table. Up close, I can see the blood vials are labeled with names and dates. My stomach turns when I see one labeled "Alpha Kade Thornridge" with dates spanning three years. "She was collecting your blood," Elder Thorne explains. "For the curse. Blood magic is the most powerful kind—and the most dangerous. But that's not all we found." He shows us another vial, and my heart stops. It's labeled "Elena Rosewood" and dated the day before she died.

“A boy died in front of me because I didn't know which crop to burn.” “He died because he failed to kill you,” I corrected. That night, sleep evaded her. I felt it through the bond as I paced the war chamber. She stood at her basin, scrubbing her hands again and again though no blood touched them. The images replayed in her mind—poisoned wine, the girl’s sobs, my face when I gave the order. Her distress clawed at me, feeding my storm. **** “The venom is Nightshade-root, prepared through a science chemical process,” Beta Thorne said, dropping an iron vial onto the war room table.

"No, no, no..." BECCA’S POV I didn't see the blood at first. I only saw his hands—the hands that had signed our marriage certificate with such strength—now resting limp and cold. The thorn wasn't just a metaphor anymore. It was literal. The thorns had drawn blood. "Josh," I choked out, my eyes darting around the room. The house had been tossed, but not for money. They were looking for the briefcase. It had to be the briefcase. My heart stopped. If they had found it, we were dead. If they hadn't, they were still close.

Chanel didn’t get to complete her sentence because a loud gunshot could be heard, causing Joshua to wake up in tears. “Shit!” Isobel shouted, picking Joshua up immediately. “Stay here...” Nathaniel hissed, watching the way blood drained from all their faces. He hoped the doctor realized this was nothing like the movies she watched. Nathaniel opened the door, only to be knocked hit on the head by none other than Draven. When Nathaniel made to shake off the hit, Draven shot him in the chest not missing a beat, causing Nathaniel to fall back. “Oh my God!” The three ladies said, all at once. Rosalyn got to her knees, applying pressure to the wound on his chest.