City Of Thorns Novels & Stories

I didn't rush. I never do. The glass doors sealed shut behind me and the city swallowed me whole. Noise, movement, light. The indifferent machinery of it grinding forward like nothing had happened. My name scrolled across the screen above the intersection. Thorne Dynamics Collapse. Lucian Thorne Falls.

"No, no, no..." BECCA’S POV I didn't see the blood at first. I only saw his hands—the hands that had signed our marriage certificate with such strength—now resting limp and cold. The thorn wasn't just a metaphor anymore. It was literal. The thorns had drawn blood. "Josh," I choked out, my eyes darting around the room. The house had been tossed, but not for money. They were looking for the briefcase. It had to be the briefcase. My heart stopped. If they had found it, we were dead. If they hadn't, they were still close.

Throes of Love “You know Peter will try and make you regret everything you said to him tonight,” Alfonso said to Chanel as he ran his fingers through her hair. He suddenly thought back to the inaudible threat Peter was sending his way. The war was inevitable. If he didn’t up and marry Tatiana, it wasn’t going to go down nicely with the two families.

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

The wail of the sirens didn't just climb the eighty stories of the Blackwood Spire; it clawed its way up the cold, glass skin of the building like a living thing. It was a jagged, mechanical scream that pierced through the howling storm, vibrating in the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. Below, the city of Chicago was a blurred mosaic of red and blue light, a hive of activity reacting to the bodies that had just rained down from the heavens.

September Thorne is a name to be feared and complimented in the whole city. At a very young age, he was able to beat old and experienced businessmen. His empire just keeps on growing and growing as time goes by. He's just plainly unstoppable. It was like someone handed him a dull and rusty knife and now he was able to use this as a sharp and fear-consuming sword. He can just take down any business around the city, and almost everyone was aware that his connection outside the boundaries of the city also should never be underestimated. "I'll count. Ten counts, and if you won't voluntarily show yourself, there's no way I'll leave you with any leeway after this."

Tyler’s POV My car sliced through the bustling streets of the city, replaying the vivid movie of the past day in my mind. A rare, genuine smile touched my face. "I can't be in love, can I?" I muttered, shaking my head vigorously. This was uncharted territory for a man of sophistication and self-assured control. But one face stood out amid the chaos – Madison's. Her vibrant spirit had left an indelible mark on my heart. The way she carried herself, unyielding in the face of humiliation, was both admirable and inspiring.

This led to their downfall even if they were exceptional warriors. I rode on Toast’s bareback into the first city we would visit on our new journey, the Whispering Herbarius. As we approached the once thriving and magical city, I saw how broken it was now. The city wall had large cracks, gaps and fallen stones littering the ground around it. You could see the stains of blood on the stone still and the black soil that surrounded it where the poison had been spread to help kill the plants and the people that lived in it. The large wood and metal gates were on the ground, busted to pieces.

suspiciously at Conrod. Conrod looked down in embarrassment. He stood for a couple of seconds and, unable to bear the ridiculous situation, headed away from this place. The black surface of the polished boots was already covered with a thin layer of dust, it was getting hotter outside. Conrod strolls slowly through the cozy streets of the old part of the city, if you do not go too deep into the slums, this is a very nice place with good architecture. A painfully familiar ringing tone sounds, Conrod picks up his cell phone. The black surface of the polished boots was already covered with a thin layer of dust, it was getting hotter outside. Conrod strolls slowly through the cozy streets of th

Director Thorne stood in the doorway of the clinic like a sharp blade in a room full of bandages. His presence was a stark contrast to the silver warmth currently knitting the city back together. He represented the old world of borders and shadows. In his eyes, the awakening of the planet was not a miracle; it was a security breach on a global scale. He adjusted his silk tie, his gaze sweeping over the glowing students with an expression of clinical distaste.