Blood Thorn Novels & Stories

A single drop of his blood had fallen onto my skin where my shirt had ridden up. The drop sank in like it belonged there. My scales ignited (white-hot, blinding). The girl laughed one last time and dissolved into smoke that slithered up through the cracks in the ceiling. The wards slammed back into place. Silence. Thorne rolled off me, breathing hard, staring at his hand like it had betrayed him. I sat up slowly. The place where his blood had touched me now bore a new mark: a tiny black crescent moon cradling a flame.

Turning the flame in law I left a long breath while continuing to chop veggies, after a moment I said "I almost got a heart attack " "why ? were you expecting Ram instead of me ?'' The moment he said those words, I stopped whatever I was doing. A sudden rush of discomfort ran through my body. I felt the immediate lump forming in my throat. It became difficult to breathe. My chest was feeling heavy with a lot of unsaid words buried inside it. A pair of tears slipped out of my eyes, sniffing as low as I could. I dropped the knife and tried to take his hands from my waist. But as usual, his strong grip made me cry out loud.

We didn’t know how we got here, but it was clear—this place was nowhere near safe. Thornbane. Poisonous. Paralyzing. Hallucinogenic. I remembered its profile from Grandma Aurora’s herb book. One brush of its thorns could freeze the lungs, make you hallucinate until your heart gave out. People didn’t survive thornbane. It survived them. I scanned the environment, instincts prickling. Bryan stood beside me, silent, his face turned toward the fortress that looked like it had been swallowed by time and tragedy. "We’re in different places, aren’t we?" I asked, though I wasn’t referring to geography. My fingers tightened around the dagger. If anything went wrong, I’d be forced to expose my identit

One of the nurses told me and I instantly felt like punching her teeth out so that she would never be able to talk again. “What the hell do you mean by calm down!? He has been stabbed with silver and needs to be attended to urgently!” I screamed at her. “Yes! Please help my brother, he's lost so much blood already!” Taloria chipped in. The poor girl has been pale since the incident occured, I can only imagine what she must be feeling. Thorn is the only family she has left, the only person from her pack that she has and she was about to lose him too. Two doctors rushed out on hearing the commotion and asked what the problem was. I told them everything, that Thorn was stabbed with silver in th

*Thorn* I’m pulled roughly through the yard, my heart pounding in my chest, not just from the exertion but from the sight that greets me. The ground is littered with bodies… Too many of my pack members, their lifeless forms sprawled out in contorted positions, blood soaking into the earth. No. No! I grit my teeth, rage boiling within me. This can’t be happening. I shouldn’t be here, captured and helpless. I should be fighting. I should be with them.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

he said, “too fast for wolfsbane or vervain to slow them for long. This fires silver bullets. They’re immune to wood which vampires aren’t, but silver works on hybrids. These bullets were soaked in vervain and wolfsbane. Three shots can keep one pinned down. It won’t kill, but it’ll buy time.” I pushed it right back into his hand. “Why are you giving me this, Killian? I’m not using it.” “We don’t know what might happen. Keep it. Just in case.” His tone didn’t leave room for argument. I took it again, reluctantly. “Or,” Thorne added cheerfully, “you can let me deal with it.” I shot him a look. “Don’t tell me he’s staying here with me.” I wrapped my arms around Killian, making my point obvious

Hers were shaking. "Elara. Something… something amazing has happened." "What is it? Are you okay?" I asked, getting more worried. "I'm better than okay." A tear rolled down her cheek. She laughed and wiped it off. "This morning… a charity. The 'Thorne Family Foundation.' They called the bank. They… they gave us money. A lot of money." "Money?" I repeated, confused. "How much?" She told me the number. My legs felt weak. I had to sit in the old chair by her desk. The number she said… it wasn't just money to fix a leak. It was money to change everything. For years.

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

the driver said, his voice a low drone that cut through her thoughts. Lyra looked up. Thorne Tower sat in the center of the city like an obsidian needle piercing the low-hanging clouds. It was a masterpiece of architectural arrogance—all sharp angles, reflective surfaces, and a silhouette that seemed to repel the very light it stood in. It was the physical manifestation of the man who owned it.