City Of Thorns Novels & Stories

life-scent of thousands of people, all living, breathing, and existing in one place. I’d seen it from the cliff. But from here... It was real. Blackthorn, my home, had been a village. A handful of streets, a single Great Hall. This... this was a city. ​We rode past the massive, open-air training grounds I had seen from above. There were at least five hundred warriors out there. Men and women. They moved in perfect, brutal unison, their grunts and roars cutting through the cold morning air. They were a single, living, breathing weapon.

Then a million. "No..." Thorne reached out. "NO!" SHATTER. The meteorite exploded. Not into fire, but into dust. Inert, grey dust. The blue light vanished. The connection was severed. Thorne screamed as the energy holding his mutated body together dissipated. He crumbled, turning into a pile of calcified ash on the floor of the tomb. [The Silence] Paris Catacombs. Silence returned to the City of Bones. The Nullifier powered down, its brass pipes cooling.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

There were no cracks on it. It was pitch-black, incomparably large, enough to accommodate tens of millions or hundreds of millions of people. At this moment, it was held horizontally on the ground, just like an ancient giant beast that was dormant, making people feel terrified. Around the city, countless entangled thorns were tens of thousands of feet high, as if they were driven by a raging dragon. They surrounded the city tightly, making it look horrible. However, after crossing these thorns, Caspian could see streams of light shooting around the city.

“And like always, they found whatever few survivors and took them away. For what reason, I can’t tell. Maybe for interrogations. I don’t know… Does this mean that someone’s chasing after Ra’ventrii, too? Besides us?” “Or cleaning up after them,” said Orsethii. “How interesting.” ~ Thanatos loomed over the vast Imperial city below. Unlike the Einherjar’s usual targets, this one seemed more refined and more polished. Like a showroom version of an industrial city. Unlike the vast diaspora of the usual coral city, or the rigid beauty of a crystal city, this one was a kind of mix between the two. It was as though the city was populated with massive slabs of slate which jutted out of the ground in

​Cassian’s POV ​The streets of the Jade City were a labyrinth of frozen terror. Every corner we turned revealed a new tableau of life interrupted. Thorne’s warriors moved in a tight formation, their obsidian axes held low, their ears twitching at every phantom sound. In this city of glass, even the sound of our own breathing felt like an intrusion. ​“The shadows are wrong here,” I whispered to Winnie. ​“What do you mean?” she asked, her hand resting on the hilt of the small silver dagger I had given her.

Artemisia remarked as she gunned her Harley Davis to life. Artemisia is just one of the bounty hunters drawn out by the huge price tag on Sarah's head. This is one of the strategies employed by Mark to avenge the death of his mom and dad. Sarah fluttered her gigantic wings and descended on the parking area. Carefully she took out a bottle of antiseptic to disinfect the wound on her tongue. Approaching her condo, she drove past the security without uttering a word to the guard. "Strange?" the guard commented as he scratches his bald head in disbelief. "Ms. Sarah usually greets me when she arrives."

Beautiful. The Western Capital rises ahead, built directly into the mountain itself. Towers of smooth black stone gleam under the sunlight. Waterfalls spill down from the cliffs, pooling into rivers that twist through the city like interconnecting veins. Bridges of carved rock arc high above the valleys, connecting terraces filled with gardens, markets, and winding paths. “The City of Thariel,” murmurs the handler opposite me with quiet pride as she gazes out the window. “The heart of the West.” “Thariel.” I breathe.

At Lucian beside her. "Different and the same." "Yes," she said. "That's right." He brought the rest. The table was the corner one they always had. Herself and Isla and now Lucian, who had ordered with the focused consideration he brought to tasks that mattered and had chosen correctly. The March evening sat beyond the window. The city was doing what cities did: indifferent and enormous and paying no attention to what had happened in a south garden two hours north at eleven that morning. Isla looked at her across the table.

Chapter 107 The ride is fraught with tense silence and not even Ash's hand in mind does anything to alleviate the tightness in my chest and the dryness in my mouth. I'm freaking the fuck out. He keeps rubbing circles on my open palm with his thumb trying to soothe me but it's pointless. Getting to the meeting place doesn't take long because there's not much traffic. I look up at the large white building as Ash drives into the driveway and my eyes immediately home onto the bold signboard displayed on the front of the building in red capital letters that reads - THE CAMORRA.