Commander Thorn Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I guess,” “We talking about Mateball?” Kairos and Maximus snapped their heads up to look at the door to Kairos’s room. Lounging against the door frame was Thorne. His bleach blonde hair had been freshly washed and toned. It stood out against his deep olive skin. He wore thick black rimmed glasses over his honey-gold eyes. “Yeah,” Kairos said. “You going? You taking History of Wolves or The Last Great Queen this year?” “Har, har,” Thorne rolled his eyes. “I’m taking no one. Unlike you two, I’m trying to not piss off the Queen.”

A second passed before his voice clicked into my mind. “Alaric? Everything alright?” “Congratulations.” I meant it. My chest softened a little. “Evelina told me. I’m happy for both of you.” His relief and joy pulsed through the link. “Thank you, brother.” I exhaled. Then my voice hardened. “I need you to do something for me.” Dorian instantly grew serious. “Name it.” I stared down the empty corridor, jaw locked tight. “Find out everything about the Thornveil family.”

Everything somehow involved Raine. Raine sighed inwardly, was her fate somehow tied to this female? The red lot trainer stepped forward first. Her eyes swept calmly across them. “I am the Right Claw General Darielle Thorn.” Her tone carried quiet authority. The females straightened immediately. Then the male stepped forward. “Left Claw General Darian Thorn.” His expression remained calm. Then Leonard smiled lazily, “ Well… time to introduce myself. I am the Lycan Commander Leonard Varg.” The females gasped. He was the known Commander second to the Grand Prince.

Thorne cursed again under his breath, pulling me behind him instinctively. "This is bad," he said grimly. The lead figure threw back his hood — revealing silver hair, sharp cruel eyes, and a jagged scar running down his cheek. I recognized him instantly. Everyone did. Commander Varun. The Alpha King’s executioner. And he was looking directly at Thorne — and at me — with lethal intent. "You have something that doesn’t belong to you, Thorne," he said, his voice a velvet snarl. His gaze flicked to me, lingering just long enough to make my skin crawl.

“A title I adopted after the unfortunate, but entirely necessary, demise of your father. And an identity I chose to shield you from the crushing truth of your family’s legacy.” The voice paused, a hint of profound, intimate tragedy in the tone. “You have the Black Ledger, Julian. You have Commander DeWitt. You have the Master Key. You have won the final conflict. There is only one piece of data remaining that you need to complete the Sentinel Project: the knowledge of who you are truly fighting.” The voice dropped to a level that was intimate, familiar, and devastatingly gentle. “I am Marcus Thorne.” The name hung in the air—the name of Arthur Thorne’s brother, Julian’s favorite uncle, the m

He approached Camila slowly, and gestured that he wanted to speak to her. “What is it Nasir?” Camila asked. The large bearded man was called Nasir. The man was so big that Camila who was a tall lady and stood at about 1.9 meters looked like a child before him. He was the captain of Thorned Horns. Thorned Horns had lost two men in the earlier ambush, and those positions were now filled by the remaining survivors from the other teams that didn’t make it.

Sean told her and kissed her. “Okay then,” she said. “I think it’s time to mobilise the Thorns,” Adina said to Sean. He looked at her for a moment, and then he nodded. “What are the Thorns?” Colin asked. “Most members of the council have access to warriors. Most of the members that have access to warriors choose their most loyal ones, and they are sworn in to protect the Beloved One. They are not full members of the pack but can be used as protection,” Sean explained.

He closed his eyes. And the entire house shook. Wards slammed into place. Every window glowed faint blue. The doors hummed. The air thickened with Fae power so old and heavy it made my teeth vibrate. “…I call my army.” Thorn didn’t look back. He stared into the darkness outside. “He wanted my attention,” Thorn said. “Now he has it.” A howl split the night in the distance. Storm covered his ears. Jenna’s grip tightened on the twins.

"The wards—" "The wards never kept the ash at bay," interrupted Councilor Thorne, a pack leader of Thane Thrain himself. His voice was grizzled, weathered in his seventieth winters, each word weighed, each word thought. "They could not keep us hidden from whatever beast left the tracks. Why would they protect us from Draven himself?"