Bonded By Thorns Novels & Stories

Thorne began to fuck her faster, deeper, as her walls tightened around him and she came, whimpering in ecstasy as his cock erupted, coating her insides with warmth and wetness. Ember’s fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as the bond and their orgasms settled, their heartbeats syncing and scents intertwining. She felt the claim take root inside her, felt the undeniable truth settle into her core, she was his, and he was hers. Forever. They lay in each others arms for several moments, panting and spent. “Was my apology accepted?” Thorne murmured, caressing her hair. “You still have to apologize with actual words, you know,” she responded in a muffled tone, her face buried in his ch

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." Julian and I stepped forward, each of us grabbing the bars of the cage and yanking until we heard a clang. The gate easily tore off its hinges and we tossed it aside. Thorne entered the cage first, throwing small balls of hellfire along the circumference to burn through the shadows and grant us light. "Baby..." The word left him in a weak voice that cracked with emotion. Thorne rushed toward the woman he loved, scooping her into his arms, "you're going to be okay," he assured with

“I am the gravity that holds your light in place. Without me, Winnie, you are just a flare in the void, burning out until there is nothing left but ash.” ​I felt a sharp, cold sting in my chest. I looked down and saw thin violet threads weaving through the golden patterns on my forearms. They weren’t attacking; they were integrating. My skin felt like it was being stitched together by ice. ​“Winnie, don’t let her in!” Thorne’s voice reached me from the perimeter of the room. I could see him through the haze, a silhouette of desperation. He was hacking at the rising obsidian thorns that were encasing the central pedestal, his vibro-blade throwing blue sparks against the impenetrable black gla

"It wasn’t much." "Sometimes, ‘not much’ is everything," Meredith replied, her eyes gentle. "A hand in the dark. A reminder they aren’t alone in the abyss. That’s what the bond *is*, child. Not just the noise. The shared strength. The shared sorrow. The knowing you’re part of something bigger than your own pain." "And Thorne?" Novah asked, the name leaving a sour taste. "He uses that bond too. To spread doubt. To watch." "He does," Torin acknowledged from the window, turning to face the room. His expression was unreadable in the shadows. "The bond is a tool. Like a blade. It can protect. It can cut. Thorne wields it for his own ends. To fracture."

Through the bond, I sent him calm, We do this together and stepped forward slightly. “The moon chose,” I said firmly, meeting the eyes of as many pack members as I could. “The bond is real. Feel it in the air if you doubt me. Thorne tried to poison your Luna because he fears change. He fears a strong pack united under a true mate bond. Don’t let him divide us.” Grayson moved beside me, his presence commanding. “Thorne, you stand accused of treason against your Luna and your Alpha. What say you?” For a moment, Thorne’s mask slipped. Rage flashed in his eyes. He tried one last rally, gesturing to the elders. “You see? They silence anyone who questions them. This is not leadership—this is tyran

Before I had time to yell her name back, I was pounced on and we both fell to the floor, making me wince in pain not because of the beatings of Devon but because the floor was damn hard! I noticed the wounds I got from Devon's beatings had healed faster than normal but I threw that aside since I believed it was as a result of feeding well now. Indeed, I was being stuffed by Sebastian without Devon knowing. I was yet to know the relationship between the two because I had no idea what they were. I almost thought they were brothers because of their resemblance but it wasn't until I heard them cursing at each other's parents did I realize something was off. Something I was definitely not going t

I immediately lunge at him but he is fast enough to dodge and a knowing smirk forms on his face. “First tell me, why do you have a tattoo of a coatyl on your body, Bastian” “Because I wish to be bonded to one” he responds but I don’t believe it. If it was the reason, he would have told me since. “Lies” “I am serious” he says again, “when you are all obsessed with dragons, I want to have a bond with that” “But dragons lords over all creatures” “Doesn’t matter” “I don’t believe you”

I nodded, but the bond laughed inside me, mocking both of us. The first cloaked figure appeared in the doorway, their eyes gleaming with cold Council fire. Behind them came another, and another, until the chamber was filled with shadows that reeked of judgment and blood. I wanted to scream, to run, but my body was no longer fully mine—Thorne’s power had already laced itself into my bones. The glyph on my skin seared so hot I thought I might combust, and then the bond snapped tight like a chain yanked into place.

He replies to my mind with an image of a thumbs up emoji. I launch myself on top of my maker. In an attempt to halt him. The longer I'm in his presence, the more obedient my mark grows and betrays me. I'm trying to hit, bite and even scratch him. The mark is spreading over him shielding my attacks. He continues walking with me on his back. We stop in front of Arlo and Helena trying to make their escape. Arlo steps in front of her but Thorne grabs his throat and throws him away. I pry myself from his back and step in front of Him. His eyes are red and snake like.

But the noose had strapped this spirit so tightly that there was no way to escape. Wikanya tried to reach for the woman’s body on the bed. She only hoped that once she had owned this body, she would be freed from this hunt. ‘No use’ No matter how hard you try to resist, it’s useless. The power of the lasso that no soul is free from bondage makes it impossible to escape at will. Wikanya was dragged to the front of the gates of Hell. The heat from within was emitted until it was felt. Both arms were strapped with nooses, but she tried to hold on to the edge of the door. She glanced at the light that appeared on the young lady’s body.