City Of Thorns Novels & Stories

Thorne yelled as he fell to the ground again holding on to his head screaming in agony as Adrian made him remember everything he had done in the past. “Stop the voices, I can’t stop the voice, stop it” Thorne kept yelling as Adam got ready to make the fire barrier, Adam whispered some words in Latin `` ignis de abysso prodeunt'' as a circle of fire began to surround Thorne. “good job you guys now it's our turn, soldiers of the East attack” Stephen yelled as the men attacked Thorne from different angles throwing the silver spears they held at him, Thorne even in the he was able to dodge some spears but others were still able to pierce parts his lower region.

Isabella added. Everyone's attention was already on us and few people had their phones out recording the exchange. Ella turned to me “Leila, can we please just ignore these nitwits, they aren't worth our time”. What followed was a blur, but all I could feel was oil from the stew running down my face before hearing the sound of a palm striking a face. The pepper in the stew was stinging my eyes, and all I could think of was getting some water to wash it away.

Alonzo replied coldly, "It's useless. The Cathedral is blocking the center. For the werewolves and vampires to come support us, they'd have to get past the Cathedral's army. Do you really think that's possible?" Suddenly, a tremor erupted on the horizon. Alonzo's heart tightened as he gripped his heavy sword. He knew the attack was about to begin. Between the two armies, Andrew stood atop a massive war vehicle. Throne City truly lived up to its reputation as the greatest city in the Wastelands. Its walls towered high, reaching 300 feet. Moreover, they were virtually impregnable, capable of withstanding heavy artillery bombardment. The black granite looked like the muscles of giants, silently

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

I sprinted through the dark, through the alleyways behind our street, not even caring where I was going. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but home. My breath tore from my lungs, sharp and ragged. I kept running. It was only when the city lights blurred and the concrete tilted under my feet that I realized: I was bleeding. Badly. I must have scraped my arms, knees — maybe worse when I jumped. The sight of blood turned my stomach. The smell of it made my vision spin. I stumbled around a corner, into a part of the city I’d only seen from a distance.

Chapter 3: Now that her father had returned to London and she had a few weeks to go before starting at the academy with Madame Blanchard, Rose could focus on the old estate. She liked the old furniture and the smell of wax used to polish it, some of it could use reupholstering. Ok most of it. Moving from room to room she became alarmingly aware that much of this house was left to rot. Although her dad had a pest control team go through and rid them of rats and other vermin, the aftermath of the hibernation was overwhelming in some rooms. Until she came to one that was locked. Frustrated, she called for Mrs. Stuart. Issabelle made it to her much quicker than the older house keeper and offered

The first sunlight in days spilled into the penthouse, casting golden lines across a war room still littered with evidence of a life under siege. But it did little to thaw the cold that gripped Damon Thorne’s chest. He stood by the window, unmoving, staring down at a city awakening beneath him unaware of the war waged above its streets.

The city slept uneasily beneath a veil of mist, its skyline blurred like a lie told too often. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, Elara Thornfield watched the lights pulse, old, distant, obedient. The world always looked honest from this height. That was its greatest deception.

“I’m hers forever.” The warmth of the building exploding behind burns as we sail to safety. As soon as we touch down, we follow evacuation procedures. We always knew we might need to destroy The Briar someday. We’ll build another. RoseThorn Corp isn’t easily destroyed and neither are the Westside Thorns. We just need to play dead for a minute so we can figure out who’s behind the deception.

About how everyone in his world wanted to hurt each other. And now I was part of that world. Whether I liked it or not. I got out of bed and walked to the big window. I Stood there looking out at the city. All those lights. All those people down there living normal lives. Going to work. Coming home. Not worrying about dangerous women who wanted revenge.I missed being one of them. My phone buzzed. I turned around and looked at my nightstand. There was a phone there. But not the new one Kieran had given me.