Boboiboy Thorn And Solar Novels & Stories

A short queue had already formed when we got there and we joined quietly observing our year mates relate with each other, laughing and talking in small groups. It was when we were exiting the office after getting our schedules that Ella nudged me, pointing my attention to a group of six boys walking towards us. Everything about that screamed ‘Class!’, they were all very tall, they probably stood above six feet and they were muscular like they spent all their day in the gym to get their trimmed figures, their shirts clung to their chests snugly. Each one of them had their hair tinted to a streak of a different colour. They all looked similar but at the same time different. “Holy Molly” Ella s

And Castle Thorne had gone still. I found Theron on the upper terrace just after dusk, alone with the sky. The stars above were sharp and cold, hanging in a velvet black that made the stone around us feel like it had been carved out of eternity. A steady breeze moved through the arches, rustling my cloak as I stepped into the open air. He didn’t turn when he heard me. But he didn’t have to. His magic reached for mine before our eyes met, that familiar thread snapping taut—like a string pulled between two anchors that had been drawing closer without meaning to.

" Just as they were about to shove Holly into the car, a frantic blare of a horn cut through the air. The screech of tires on asphalt followed, and a Maybach came barreling toward them. Luke was caught off guard, causing him to stumble back. The car screeched to a halt just five meters from him. Holly recognized the plate and breathed a sigh of relief. Yoel stepped out, his face raging like a storm. He walked towards them with an attitude that spelled trouble. Luke immediately shrunk under his shadow. Yoel only had one mission. He made a beeline for Holly, his crew following quickly behind to deal with the rest. The bodyguards helping Luke sensed that the tide had turned and they immediately

Fifteen years had given me the full vocabulary of his face, and the one he was wearing now was the one that meant the news was bad and already in motion and there was no version of the next sentence that wasn't going to require me to move. "She arrived at Marcus's safely," he said. I waited. "But Alpha." He crossed the room and set the tablet on the desk. The screen showing the east grid, the contact points, the patrol map, one node dark and two others repositioned in the last cycle. "Our perimeter contact in the east grid just went dark." He kept his voice even because he needed me to be functional and not reactive. "Victoria's people have been repositioning for seventy-two hours." I looked

"The Guest does not like people who talk about dismantling things. It is very sensitive to intent right now." ​Thorne looked at the boys, and for the first time, a flicker of genuine hesitation crossed his face. He was staring at the future, and it was a future that did not include his Council. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small and black device that looked like a darkened glass tile. He set it on a nearby triage table.

The combination made everything feel more urgent, more precious. Thorne paced a few steps, then returned to kneel beside me again. His large hand covered most of the upper curve of my belly. “Three full packs,” he muttered. “They smell the moon-born power in you and the pups. They think they can take what is ours. They have no idea what they are walking into.”

The throbbing pain in my shoulder served as a harsh reminder of my new reality. I needed to pop the joint back into place before I could face the nobles again. I gritted my teeth and prepared to slam my shoulder against the stone statue. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the incoming surge of agony. The only sound in the gardens was the heavy rain hitting the thick leaves of the hedge maze. I rested my head against the wet stone and paused to gather my courage. A sudden and disturbing noise cut through the steady rhythm of the storm. I heard a wet and sickening sound of metal tearing through thick flesh nearby.

Seeing Zion like this reminds me too much of the spell that had been aimed at Sly and missed, almost killing me. Hearing my distress, Thorne stops. “This bastard would have killed you,” he snaps. “And you want me to spare him?” I nod slowly. “He’s my boyfriend…um, ex-boyfriend. He doesn’t know, Thorne. He thinks I’m human and that I’ve been tricked by…” “By the monsters,” he spits, finishing my sentence. “I know how men like him think.” Thorne reaches over and pulls down the collar of Zion’s shirt. A freshly tattooed infinity symbol in the center of a burning sun. The symbol of the Brotherhood of the Sun. The ink is still fresh, the skin around it very pink.

Thorn, sensing the guards' distress, burst into the bunker, his dark energy swirling around him. "Need a hand?" he asked, his eyes flashing with magic. The guards nodded, grateful for the reinforcement. Thorn raised his hands, and a blast of dark energy shot toward Lyra's loyalists, sending them flying across the clearing.

Like I was electrocuted, I pushed him off me and also took a step back. "Erm...erm...," Well f*ck me because I had no idea what to say. My thoughts were all jumbled up and the only thing keeping me sane by the minute was the fact that I was staring straight ahead the cell and not into those confusing orbs. Lest I forget, why were their orbs so haunting? One minute both orbs of the brothers are beautiful, the next minute their scary and then a disaster. What the hell is going on?