Blood Thorn Novels & Stories

She loves flowers. The stem of flower is very thick I take out my knife from basket and try to cut it. I cut the stem and as I go to put it my basket I hear a snap of twig breaking nearby. Thinking it were guards I stand up to confront them with flowers in one hand and knife in another and basket near my feet. But it wasn't father's guards it was a big black wild boar. I stay still as boar stands there, a little movement and I will become his focus for anger.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

I could feel the sharp vines stretch, winding down to my collarbone, fusing with flesh, branding me with something ancient and cruel. Xareth didn’t flinch. He simply stood there, calm and composed, slipping his hands casually into his pockets like this was routine. “Poor girl,” he said in that same mocking calmness. “It’s not just a pretty piece of jewelry. The Chain of Thorns is laced with soul-binding magic. The more you resist, the more it digs in. The more you suffer.” Blood dripped from my lips as I coughed violently. My lungs felt like they were filled with fire. My entire body convulsed as pain ripped through every inch of me, like molten lava surging through my veins.

My fingers twitched, searching, grasping the smooth, cold object hidden at my waist. A sudden heat flared through my hand. I didn’t hesitate. As Thorne’s blade came down, I thrust the crystal upward, screaming through the blood in my throat. “Burn, you bastard!” At first, nothing happened. The crystal lay in my palm, shimmering in the moonlight. Then it flared to life. Bright. Blinding. Blue fire erupted. Thorne recoiled, screaming. His skin smoked and blistered. He dropped his sword, staggering back, clutching his face. His flesh bubbled and peeled, and his robes caught flame.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

Virex commanded. The vampire stepped toward the door, his eyes glowing a deep, ancient crimson. He didn't use force. He placed his palms against the glass and began to drain the thermal energy from the lock, turning the reinforced polymer into brittle, frozen shards. With a sharp kick from Marrow, the door shattered. Thorne was at the cage in an instant. He didn't care about the silver burns. He grabbed the bars, his own flesh hissing and smoking as the metal reacted to his Beta-blood. With a roar of pure protective rage, he tore the cage door from its hinges.

I screamed. Thorne stepped over Kael’s body. He walked toward the table. "Come out little pup," Thorne cooed. "Uncle Thorne has a treat for you." I fired the gun. The bullet hit Thorne in the chest. He did not fall. He looked down at the hole in his coat. There was no blood. "Silver bullets?" Thorne tutted. "How quaint. I am immune to silver, my dear. I have bathed in dark magic for a century."