City Of Thorns Novels & Stories

It’s crowded and has a lot of attractions. New York Times Square I walk along the street passing lots of crowds while they are chattering away. All I could think about is Adrian. I don’t know what to feel. I could just report him to the police but is that what I really want for him? He did hurt me but I can’t lie to myself that I did fall for him a little. Even how stunning he is it still doesn't justify what he did is right. Is wrong and unforgivable is not like he could return my virginity back.

I said. “Right Inkcanius anyway, we better find Emperor before the Fragmenters do” said Thorn Rose, so Grace, myself, Thorn Rose and Mankey continue walking through what remains of Shattered Inkopolis, once vibrant and colour streets had now turned into an abandoned city of debris, rubble and dry ink stains.

Victoria's face turned pale, and she trembled as she said, "Don't get worked up. Don't you suspect anything? The City of Cycles, isn't it of unknown origin?" Nathan, in a fit of anger, uncontrollably accused Victoria of her wrongdoing. "You killed Kassidy. Victoria, I cannot forgive you." Victoria excitedly grabbed Nathan's hand and said, "I admit that version of me was very malicious. But Nathan, why did you have to believe in the dreams of The City of Cycles?" Nathan's expression loosened, and he slowly released Victoria's hand, asking, "What do you mean?" Victoria suddenly remembered something and exclaimed excitedly, "Nathan, Thorne has a special identity. He is not an ordinary person at

"I seized his wrist to prevent him from pressing the button. Dante snapped at Maya while his eyes flashed gold brightness. He needed to kill Thorne because Thorne would soon begin to unite the lesser packs. I expressed my opinion through my strong voice when I said that an attack on the capital at this moment would end in our complete destruction. Thorne wanted us to attack the city center because he believed it would make us look like bad people. The Riverland farmers who fight for us cannot conduct a siege operation against a fortified city because they lack that specific training. They will die. Dante looked at me while he gasped for air. His wolf demanded bloodshed but his human mind rec

My earpiece buzzed again: "Mara, flank positions—drones up, scent trackers active. If they breach, go for knees and throats." Emerging into the courtyard, the rain had eased to a relentless drizzle, turning the gravel to slick mud that squelched under my boots. Floodlights pierced the gloom, illuminating the wrought-iron gates like a stage for judgment. Thorne's convoy idled there, engines rumbling like distant thunder, black SUVs gleaming wetly. Figures shifted in the shadows—ten, maybe twelve armed goons, rifles slung but fingers itching on triggers. Thorne stepped out from the lead vehicle, an umbrella held by a burly lackey shielding his grizzled head, his face a mask of false righteousn

the driver said, his voice a low drone that cut through her thoughts. Lyra looked up. Thorne Tower sat in the center of the city like an obsidian needle piercing the low-hanging clouds. It was a masterpiece of architectural arrogance—all sharp angles, reflective surfaces, and a silhouette that seemed to repel the very light it stood in. It was the physical manifestation of the man who owned it.

" I grasped it, the metal icy in my hand. My blood hummed as my claws grew longer. I felt my inner wolf growl for battle. Together, like two predators slicing through the storm, we moved. With his swords, Thorne was a shadow, each blow accurate and each kill clean. I was anarchy, power propelling guys into walls, claws tearing. The street was wet with blood. However, more came regardless of how many perished. A voice said quietly from somewhere deep inside: You will never be able to leave this city. We staggered into the open roadway from the alley. The puddles were reddened by the neon glare, giving the impression that the city itself was leaking with us. My lungs were burning. My claws wer

Across from me, Thorn unrolls maps instead of eating. I reach over and put a spoon in his hand. "Mayor first, martyr later." His eyes lift to mine. He obeys. It may be the most hopeful thing I see all night. *Adis* Three weeks later, the city sounds different. Not softer. Just less hunted.

I answer then ask. "Green Ocean of Thrones." The person answers. I open the door and the man bows to me. I look at the two individuals as they take my bags from me. I stay in the middle of them as we walk silently through some streets. We reach a shop near the wall surrounding the city. We get inside through back door so as the guards don't see us. Dadi told me that some of her guards would be stationed here, so I won't be stopped but still I have to be cautious. The shop's owner takes us in the basement and opens a door. It is a small underground tunnel to reach away from city.

Dante's peaceful sleep was disrupted by a itch on his forehead. It felt as if a fly was walking on his forehead. He opened his eyes, pissed. He scratched his head but didn't find any fly. It was just his hair. A sharp pain hit his head as he sat up. His head throbbed so painfully that he groaned, supporting his head with his palm. He looked around, finally noticing the unfamiliar surrounding. "What the hell?"