Crimson Thorns Novels & Stories

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

It's been months since I first walked into this school and I still haven't gotten used to how wide the corridors are. My previous school was a small building with no hall lockers and we had to take our bags in for classes daily and have them arranged into the assigned compartments in the shelf at the back of the class, but here at Brixden, each student have full length lockers to store books and whatever they deem fit. A look into a person's locker would immediately tell you which kind of person they are (Alexa and her glam minions have theirs decorated with pink glitters, fairy lights and cut out pictures of their favourite BTS singer) Too fake if you ask me, but then no one really cares he

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

Freedom to choose—it was more than any of us had been offered since arriving. "The boundaries are the entire academy grounds, including the Forbidden Forest," Thorne continued. "Violence resulting in permanent injury or death is prohibited. Everything else..." his smile was sharp, "is fair game." My eyes found Zephyr across the hall. He was watching me, expression unreadable. Beside him, Kaine looked like a cat anticipating a particularly amusing mouse chase. The twins flanked them, mirror images of deadly grace. "You'll have a one-hour head start," Thorne added. "Use it wisely. Dismissed."

On her wedding night, Victoria Sterling drank from a goblet of poisoned champagne, watching her sweet half-sister Penelope smile as her fiancé, Dominic Thorne, signed away her father’s multi-billion-dollar empire. Victoria died gasping for air on the cold marble floor. Then she opened her eyes and woke up one year in the past. Given a second chance at life, Victoria trades her timid past for sharp ambition. Stepping onto the stage of her corporate engagement gala in a dress of blood red, she does the unthinkable: she rejects Dominic live on national TV, cuts her family off, and publicly crushes the merger meant to ruin her. To tear down the enemy completely, Victoria enters a dangerous al

“Hah!, stop spewing nonsense, he hasn’t found out about so many things that he should have known already, why would he find out about this.. Relax, I will handle everything,” A vicious smile splayed across those lips painted in deep red When you plant cactus, the thorns are an inevitable part of it, Even a rose isn't spared from the prick of a thorn.. All Hearts!!

Thorne grabbed a crystal bowl from the counter, filled it with something that smelled like frost and lightning, then knelt in front of me. “Shirt off,” he ordered. “Buy me dinner first.” He didn’t laugh. “The scales are spreading. If we don’t cool them down, you’ll combust. Literally.” I hesitated, then peeled the shredded tank over my head. The scales had crawled across my collarbones, down between my breasts, glowing molten gold against my skin. Thorne’s breath caught (audible, ragged). For a second the hunger won. Fangs fully extended, eyes bleeding to black.

Ash lifted his head. When he spoke, the words sounded layered—as if two voices came from his mouth at once: “They’ve found me.” A low, rising roar echoed through the trees. Darkthorn had arrived. Hundreds—no, thousands—of warriors moved like a black tide just beyond the camp’s border, their torches bobbing in the dark. Their crest—a crimson thorn wrapped around a wolf’s skull—gleamed like fresh blood. Tyla sucked in a breath beside me. I stepped closer, shielding her with my body even though her power surged so fiercely she didn’t need me to.

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

“Did he... did the ceremony go through I ran? Is it him? Is he marking me over the woods?” “No, no,” Jax answered, and his face burnt in the flickering fire-light, his voice shook in a manner that seemed to me more than the suffering. "Thorne is a Blackthorn. They have a jagged thorny crown and it is the sign of power and blood. This... this is something else. It appears to be the leftover of the Old Gods, the sign of the First Packs. I have never even heard of this in the forbidden scrolls. It shouldn't exist, Jessica. This has not been witnessed on this earth in centuries.”