Cress And Thorne Novels & Stories

My womb cramped again, forcing a whimper, but I pushed on, following Elara's trail of broken twigs and blood drops. I found them in a hidden thicket, a small clearing ringed by thorny bushes that scratched like guards. Elara had Thorne propped against a mossy rock, her hands pressing cloth to his wound, face slick with sweat. The air here was cooler, damp earth scent grounding me, the thicket's walls feeling like a fragile sanctuary amid the siege. Thorne's eyes fluttered open as I dropped beside him, relief softening his pain-lined face. 'Lena... you came.' His voice was weak, hand finding mine, squeezing with fading strength. Emotions crashed over me— fear of losing him, the deep bond pull

Finn had a cut above his stormy blue eye, blood trickling down his temple, but his gaze softened the moment it landed on me. “They’re gone,” Thorne declared, his voice a deep, victorious growl as he closed the distance in two strides. He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his hard body. The metallic tang of blood mixed with his wild scent, and I melted into him, hands roaming over his skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Your presence disrupted their plans. They sensed the strength of our emerging bond and fled like cowards.”

You're just throwing a fit because you realized he's just not that into you. "And now you're dumping all your rage on me." Holly shot back. Cecilia's face contorted with fury, and she screeched, "What are you waiting for? Rip her clothes off!" Someone immediately grabbed at Holly's clothes with rough hands. The noise drew a crowd of gossipers eager for a spectacle. Cecilia did not hold back, publicly trashing Holly. "This girl is nothing but a homewrecker. I was about to marry my fiance, and she swooped in to play the damsel to steal him away.

AURELIA'S P.O.V "I'm surprised you came." I let out a gasp, startled by Thorne's presence, as I turned around in the direction of his voice to see him already approaching me. "Although I'm glad you did come." He looked casual in his trey cotton tracks and a white tee-shirt. His hair sleeked backwards, and his jaw clean-shaven. The scent of his cologne filled the air, wafting through my nose as I inhaled his welcoming scent. He looked nice. Over time, we had decided that meeting up at the hotel was rather risky, with more probability of being seen by the public eye; hence, we had decided to meet at a cabin owned by Thorne, which was located in a secluded area, a good distance away from civili

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace

But they both know, they have to focus on Azrael. Those two words that left Levi’s lips are enough for Lexi to understand. “Oh.” is only she manage to say. The tension was then consumed the air as they both smiled bitterly. But thank Cris for breaking it. “Um, good day?” Cris was standing a few feet away from the two as he stared at them. The greeting somehow sounded like a question. The two werewolves then turned their head towards him. One was annoyed and the other was glad to see a new face.

' No answer, but a faint sound drifted from the bedroom—rhythmic, intimate, pulling her forward like a thread unraveling. Her pulse quickened. She rounded the corner, the door ajar, and the sight hit her like a blow. Thorne, her Thorne, lay sprawled on the bed, his body moving with urgent need beneath a woman whose dark curls spilled over his shoulders. They were lost in each other, her hips rolling in a slow, claiming rhythm, his hands gripping her waist as if she were his anchor. The room smelled of sweat and desire, a scent Liora knew too well from their own stolen moments.

Thorne’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him as his mouth claimed mine—fiercer than Ronan’s, all raw hunger and possession. I melted into it, one hand tangling in his hair while the other reached back blindly for Draven. Draven caught my wrist, his lips brushing my ear. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he murmured, his voice a husky promise. He nipped at my neck, sending shivers down my spine, as Thorne’s kiss turned even more demanding. The air in the room thickened with their scents—musk and pine and something primal that made my wolf stir inside me.

He wore Black Hollow insignia on his coat, which meant he'd come with Cain Voss, which meant he had no reason to be standing at her door with an expression that looked uncomfortably like guilt. "Miss Ashford," he said. "My name is Thorne. I'm Beta to Alpha Voss." He held up a bundle. "I brought you some things. For the journey." Wren looked at the bundle. She looked at him. She opened the door wider and stepped back.

Cassian said, reaching for his weapons. Thorne’s jaw tightened. “They weren’t supposed to reach that far.” A heavy stillness dropped over the den. Then it came. A scent. Faint. But unmistakable. Cold. Violent. Wrong. My breath caught. Kael. Aurelius’s lips peeled back in a low growl. “He’s too early.” Thorne didn’t look convinced. “Not early,” he said quietly. His eyes shifted to me. “Invited.”