Commander Thorn Novels & Stories

“You run. Then shoot. Then run again.” Nightfall came heavy and fast. Inside the barn, Kael lit the central brazier, tossing in dried herbs that smelled like pine and smoke. He unrolled a map across the floor Hollow Creek, the town, the forest, the valley. “The Thorns have outposts here,” he said, pointing. “They’re not a pack. They’re a hive. Led by Saris Thorne.” Lyra added, “She was once a Pact matriarch. Broke her oath. Took followers. Said the Pact made us weak.”

It is everywhere except for the ground as I think someone cleaned it for the sparing and training. As I look back at Rudra to see if he is finished talking, I also see the man smiling at me. That smile changed his whole face. I smile back and we make introduction. The man is the commander in chief of this place, Bhairav. We enter the fort and Bhairav Ji appoints two girls to be my bodyguard and guide too. Rudra tells me to take tour of the place until he finishes discussing some things. I smile and tell him to meet me soon.

He was smiling all ears as I shifted my gaze at him. “You always say that. Hi, I’m Thania.” Thania gave Thorn a sharp look before turning her attention at me. “You are beautifull-er.” I stated and she just gave me a small smile, and gave me a quick hug. As far as I know, Thania she is much older than me and taking her Master’s degree in California. “My turn for hugs.” Thorn said ecstatically as he open his arms widely and pull me in an embrace. This is awkward, but Thorn is a charmer, really. No wonder he calls himself as the irresistible Thorn.

The aura this red-eyed man was emanating was too much for my poor soul. Listening to what my father said, I realized he was in debt, once again! Now that he had no money, what was he going to trade? I wondered as I thought back to a pendant of mine he had almost snatched when he was in debt, claiming it could also pay his debt. That day was a day worth recalling… “And what are you going to use to pay me? Be quick about it, my patience is so little,” Mr. red eye said, and I noticed the nonchalant expression he had on. One look at that expression told me that killing was a piece of cake for him.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

Until the next morning. I'm in my throne room surrounded by my council. Clad in their purple robes. I'm sitting on my throne, going over the new negotiations with the human kingdom. I feel him approaching. He stands beside me on my right. Pushing Marcellus over to the my left. He snatches the signed treaty from my hands and snorts "A treaty with food? They are beneath us, they have one use. We don't need to entertain their requests" He rips the parchment, throwing the sheds up in the air. The council are startled by his behaviour "Your majesty, what say you?" I stand up "Marcellus re-write the treaty and send it back to the human king. Make up some excuse and get him to sign it again" He nod

He stepped off the porch, his boots crunching in the frost. "They’re looking for everything, Kaelor." The village council was a mess of shouting and panic by the time they reached it. In the center of the square, a landing party stood like statues of chrome and glass. Commander Thorne stood at the front, his face a landscape of scars and twitching cybernetic plates. Seventy percent of him was machine, the gears in his neck whirring with a clinical, predatory sound. "This land is now a protectorate of the Aethelgard Empire," Thorne announced. His voice was a flat, synthesized rasp. He looked at the villagers like they were mold on a piece of fruit. "You are off

​We all spun toward the open doorway. ​Standing in the shadows of the corridor was Commander Thorne. Zara’s father. He was a massive, heavily scarred wolf, wearing the thick black armor of the Vanguard. But his eyes were not the amber or yellow of a Lycan. They were glowing a sickly, unnatural, luminescent crimson. He smelled of rotting earth and dried blood. ​He had become a Vampire Thrall. He had traded his wolf for dark magic. ​He didn't come alone. From the shadows behind him stepped five elite Shadow-walkers, their red-steel blades drawn and dripping with fresh blood from the guards they had silently slaughtered in the hall.

Thorn, sensing the guards' distress, burst into the bunker, his dark energy swirling around him. "Need a hand?" he asked, his eyes flashing with magic. The guards nodded, grateful for the reinforcement. Thorn raised his hands, and a blast of dark energy shot toward Lyra's loyalists, sending them flying across the clearing.

“He’s not just a rogue element. He’s the last architect of the HALCYON bloodline. And he’s building something… worse.” Her hands clenched. “Why Wren?” “Because she found the original implant data. She knew he was modifying subjects without authorization.” Ivy’s eyes darkened. “What kind of modifications?” I hesitated again. And then I told her. Everything. “Project THORN,” I said. “A secondary line of operatives designed to control you.” Her breath hitched. “What?” “You’re the primary. But if you ever broke protocol, they needed a failsafe. Someone who could match you.”