Commander Thorn Novels & Stories

But it was the male at their center who commanded attention. Commander Thorne. Even among Executioners, Thorne was legend. A massive wolf with silver-streaked black hair pulled into a severe knot, a face like carved stone, and eyes the color of cold steel. Scars crisscrossed his exposed arms, each one supposedly from a pack he had destroyed. "Alpha Ronan Draven." Thorne's voice carried across the clearing without him raising it. "How generous of you to greet us personally." I stopped at the border line, Garvin flanking me, a dozen of my strongest warriors at my back. It wasn't nearly enough if this turned violent, but it was all the strength I dared show witho

I was shielded from his eyes' focus by my silver glowing eyes and he fixed his gaze on the three males standing behind him. Kaelen. Caleb. Jace. The reverence the commander expressed was immediately transformed into a face marred by the pure and unadulterated hatred. He knew them by their smells. He knew the blood of the tyrant that banished his people. But first," the commander snarled, his lips curling back to show rows of jagged yellow fangs. He stood at his full height and fearsome, his great claws extended. "We cleanse the earth of Thorne’s filth. You need to eliminate the spawns of the Obsidian.

The ancient bloodline of the Imperial Thorne family. Seraphina hadn't just matched her with a monster. She had accidentally or perhaps intentionally sent her into the cage of a Prince. Valerius Thorne. The Arch-Commander of the Imperial Army. The man the news had reported missing for three days. The Prince turned. His eyes were not human. They glowed like violent fire, his pupils thin and sharp like a predator’s. A low growl vibrates from him, it was so powerful it made the ground tremble under Lyra’s feet.

Dagen then softened, “Well, you should have done that earlier. I’m perfectly capable of patrolling while you’re getting your ass busy up north.” “Be careful with this. The golden knights in the city will only listen to its command,” Thorn half smiled, “except mine.” Dagen looked at it, satisfied, a golden badge exquisitely carved with a dragon claw and inlaid with a red fire gem. After bowing to Eros, Thorn left the council chamber to the dock without turning back.

*Thorn* The door swings open, and the harsh fluorescent lights flood the room, burning into my eyes like a thousand needles. I squint against the glare, my heart pounding wildly as two figures step inside… Christopher, with that insufferable smirk plastered across his face, and a man I’ve never seen before, but the air around him crackles with authority. He must be the new mayor. Behind them their lackeys enter. “Ah, Thorn,” Christopher says, his tone dripping with feigned cordiality. “Allow me to introduce you to Mayor Price. He’s very interested in your… lineage.”

Gemini whispered to herself, just as GLZ appeared by her side. "They're here to help," GLZ stated simply, keeping her gaze fixed on the group as they got closer. “These are the ones I told you about.” Gemini’s mind raced. GLZ had mentioned that allies would come, but she had expected reinforcements from their world—not... whoever these beings were. The silver-haired man stopped a few feet from Gemini and GLZ, bowing slightly before he spoke. “I am Thorne. We have come to offer our assistance in your war against Loki.”

Whoever is inside matters. The sedan stops. Driver gets out. Opens the back door. A man emerges. Tall. Distinguished. Expensive suit. Silver hair. Weathered face but strong. I know that face. From pack records. From history books. "No." The word slips out. "Alpha?" Marcus sounds concerned. "You recognize him?" "Elder Thorne." My voice is barely a whisper. "High Council. Second in command of the entire North American pack network." Silence on the comms. Everyone processing what this means.

“Stay back. What are you? How did you—” He stepped inside, moving like a predator. Smooth and controlled, like violence in an expensive suit. “We need to leave.” His voice was deep and calm, “The compulsion on the officers won’t last much longer.” “Compulsion?” I stared at him. “Are you here to kill me? I swerar i didn’t mean to kill him.” “My name is Thorne.” He crouched down, bringing those strange eyes level with mine. “I’m not here to kill you, Elara. I’m here to keep you safe. But I cannot guarantee that safety if you don’t shut up and follow me now.”

The war horn of the Trident Guild. From the eastern pass, a new army appeared. Not a horde of fanatical wolves, nor a silent, spectral entity, but a phalanx of disciplined, steel-armored warriors, their ranks a gleaming wall of defiance against the encroaching darkness. At their head, on a massive black warhorse, sat a figure that was a myth made flesh. Admiral Thorne. His face was a grim mask of fury, his eyes burning with a cold, righteous fire. He was not just a man. He was a force of nature, a bastion of order in a world consumed by chaos. He was the one thing the void had not counted on.

The heavy, titanium blast doors of the command center groaned, the hydraulic locking pins violently retracting. Maya Thorne didn't freeze. The amnesiac who would have cowered in the corner was completely gone. The Queen of Thorne Tech moved with blinding, lethal instinct. She dove under the central command table, her hand snatching the heavy 9mm sidearm Julian had left on the console. The doors hissed fully open.