Blood Thorn Novels & Stories

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I just....” “You used me. You lied to me. You brought this psycho into our home!” Dillon shouted, still clutching the bag. “Lily’s ten times the woman you’ll ever be!” “Enough!” Victoria shouted and then came the sound that shattered the room. Bang! Dillon stumbled back, eyes wide in disbelief as blood bloomed on his chest. His back hit the wall, and he slid down, gasping for air. His hands clutched at the wound, and he looked at Stella one last time.

The thorns seemed to pulsate with a dark energy, as if they were alive, waiting to ensnare their next victim. The thorns were a warning to any who entered the dungeon - a warning that this was a place of pain and suffering, a place where only the strongest could survive. Bree shivered as she looked around the dungeon, feeling a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that she was in for a long and brutal punishment, and that the thorns would be her constant companions throughout her time in the dungeon.

And I still felt unprepared. The carriage rumbled up the mountain pass like it was trying to shake me loose. I pulled the velvet curtain back and stared out at the jagged, frostbitten peaks of the Oathbound Range. The sun had already dipped behind the highest ridge, casting long shadows across the snow-dusted road. Castle Thorne loomed ahead—tall, skeletal, and utterly uninviting. Like something drawn from the nightmares of children who’d grown up on war stories and ghost songs. But I wasn’t a child.

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

The clearing reeked of blood and smoke, bonfires dying low as the Blackthorn pack scattered into the night. Thorne’s body lay still, eyes frozen open to a moon that no longer owned him. The forced bond had snapped like brittle bone when Elara’s pure Silverfang blood rejected it—miracle or curse, no one knew. She lived. Barely. But Liora… Kael carried her through the woods, her body limp in his arms. The wound on her arm had turned black, the poison from Thorne’s claw crawling fast through her veins. Sweat beaded her forehead despite the cool night air. Her breathing was shallow.

Bile rises in my throat, knowing that I will have to choose. Dax’s fingers hover inches from the glowing red petals. If he touches it, it’s over. None of us will make it out of here if Dax is the one to grab the bloom. The garden begins trembling violently, vines rattling in anticipation. It not only wants blood, but it also wants a victor. Therin’s face contorts in pain as another thorn buries itself into his side. He gasps, jaw clenched so tightly his teeth grind.

"But we’ve brought the extraction kit. We’re going to find out exactly what your father hid in that blood." He raised his hand. Between his fingers, a long, hollow needle gleamed with a violet-silver tip. A harvesting lance. I tightened my grip on the shard, the silver threads finally igniting across my jaw in a jagged snarl. "Try it," I hissed. Thorne’s lips pulled back to reveal teeth that were too white, too perfect. He didn't lunge; he simply tapped a button on his wrist. The lights in the suite died instantly. The room plunged into a darkness that smelled of antiseptic and incoming steel.

“Did he... did the ceremony go through I ran? Is it him? Is he marking me over the woods?” “No, no,” Jax answered, and his face burnt in the flickering fire-light, his voice shook in a manner that seemed to me more than the suffering. "Thorne is a Blackthorn. They have a jagged thorny crown and it is the sign of power and blood. This... this is something else. It appears to be the leftover of the Old Gods, the sign of the First Packs. I have never even heard of this in the forbidden scrolls. It shouldn't exist, Jessica. This has not been witnessed on this earth in centuries.”

“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.”