Blood Thorn Novels & Stories

was a stake. Violet’s voice broke the silence that I didn't realize was there. "The stake in his heart is made from the Crimsonthorn tree." My breath hitched. Crimsonthorn was a very dangerous tree. Its dark, blood-red leaves and sharp blackthorns secrete a toxic sap that burns vampire flesh on contact. The wood of the tree is often used to craft stakes, as even a small splinter can cause a vampire intense pain, and a direct wound to the heart prevents their healing abilities.

The key had to be here, in my mother's handwritten confession. ​ Activation: The Thorn is triggered by the Alpha's intent... and a single drop of Vessel's Blood to be present at the point of bond completion. ​ My heart pounded. I didn't need to control the Thorn; I needed to prevent its activation. And to do that, I needed to prevent my blood from being present when the Claiming was completed. But how do you prevent bleeding during the most intimate, soul-shattering act of a wolf's life?

He started the engine, and soon we hit the road. ___________ SILVERBANE PACK On the elevated platform of a throne hall where the throne of the Lycan King sat, at the head of the seat, was his name written boldly: Alpha Thorne. The throne was made of silver thorns, the one weapon capable of penetrating through a Lycan's skin. Alpha Thorne had mastered the pain through the years untill his body grew a resistance to it. It was a sign of intimidation to all who saw him.

"You'll kill me like you killed him? Go ahead. Try." He looked at his forces, calculating odds. But before either of us could move, something changed. The air shifted. The temperature dropped. And behind me, I heard the impossible. A heartbeat. Slow. Faint. But there. I spun around. Thorne's body was glowing. Silver light, just like mine, was emanating from the wound in his chest. And as everyone watched in stunned silence, his chest rose. He gasped. And his eyes opened.

He asked, pulling me into him as if he could see easily through the chaos. Thorne groaned and a fire ignited in his palm — hellfire. It cut through the shadows revealing his face and body to me. I winced at the blood coating his flesh but couldn't see any visible wounds, "What the hell is happening there?" "It's bloody murder and I'm not sure when she'll run out of power," Thorne grunted as he pressed his fire into the shield causing it to instantly shatter, "I heal fast, though. She's going to have to do a lot more than shoot spikes made of water and wood at me to do actual damage."

“Thank you, officer.” The call dropped and the phone almost slipped from my hand. I couldn't even continue. I was in my thoughts. My mom was going to be so mad at me. I know her too well; she would scold me. My thought process was interrupted by Tyler’s voice; he was on his phone. I felt a wave of panic as I followed Tyler's gaze to his phone screen. A news article was open, with the headline "Breaking News: Tragic happening, the Shadow Syndicate finally burst."

She released her throne to move on its own, making sure it keep finding the vital organs of them and to pierce them. But Mona managed to cut through the thorns with her magic bolt. Her eyes narrowed when she saw how the thorns began to grew from the place she had cut, appearing too disgusting for anyone to watch. “Hey don’t look away,” demanded Starvos whose sword appeared so quickly like a thunder bolt in front of Hannah but he didn’t managed to cut through anything as a big thorn appeared right in front of his blade, stopping him. He noticed while the other thorns were easy to cut through, it was extremely difficult to cut the thorns near to Hannah, as if the thorns there were far more spe

“Marco will trace it. Whoever’s playing games wants you scared or has some other ulterior motive. We’ll find them.” But Rosana was barely listening. Her mind was spinning. Someone out there knew the truth—her past, her bloodline, her identity—and they weren’t just watching. They were involved. ************************************************** That night, once the manor had settled into sleep, Rosy slipped quietly into the tunnel again. She needed to go back. Not to see the bones. But the truth beneath them. Kneeling at the edge of the grave, she dug with her fingers until the skeleton Sergio had succeeded in burying was staring at her. Her fingers bumped something metallic, half-buried bene

​I raised my gauntlet to block, instinctively calling upon the Lycan strength, but before our blades could meet, a massive shadow threw itself between us. ​Elder Thomas screamed a wet, agonizing sound as Thorne’s silver blade plunged straight through the old wolf's chest. But it wasn't Thomas who had jumped in front of me to save my life. ​Thorne ripped his blade out of the Elder, a cruel, victorious smile twisting his grey face, but his crimson eyes suddenly widened in absolute shock. He looked down. ​Protruding from the dead center of Thorne's own chest was the bloody, silver tip of a broadsword.