Crimson Thorns Novels & Stories

“Ruse! Ruse, I need you...” Crimson sighed in annoyance. Bumalik muli siya kay Eros at inilabas ang patalim niya. She stroked her knife against his neck. He yelled as the knife slit his throat slowly. Hinálikan ni Crimson sa noo si Eros. “Sleep now, Eros. I will make sure your wife pays for her debt.” Crimson lowly said. “Don't worry, the baby will be safe.” Dahan-dahan ipinikit ni Eros ang kaniyang mga mata.

FRIDAY Ire bubbled under my skin. My usual dormant beast had been awoken again. My limbs were trembling because of the effort I used to keep myself from dashing at the tree and tearing him apart. He looked at us one by one through his dark cold eyes. "Do it... Let's see how fast you can cover the distance before I slit her throat." He materialized a long bladed silver knife and put the blade to Dawn's throat and I tried as hard as I could to stop myself from moving from the spot I was.

Virex commanded. The vampire stepped toward the door, his eyes glowing a deep, ancient crimson. He didn't use force. He placed his palms against the glass and began to drain the thermal energy from the lock, turning the reinforced polymer into brittle, frozen shards. With a sharp kick from Marrow, the door shattered. Thorne was at the cage in an instant. He didn't care about the silver burns. He grabbed the bars, his own flesh hissing and smoking as the metal reacted to his Beta-blood. With a roar of pure protective rage, he tore the cage door from its hinges.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

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

Violet light exploded outward, swallowing the night. Thorn stepped through it. His body was wrapped in Nyra’s dark power, thick black veins pulsing across his skin like living shadows. His eyes burned bright violet, filled with stolen Lunaris energy. He stood taller, stronger, radiating pure malice. The battlefield fell silent. Thorn raised one clawed hand and pointed straight at the central tent where Faye and our daughter waited. His voice rolled across the camp like thunder. “The child is mine tonight. Bring her or I burn every wolf who still stands.”

he shouted, but it was already too late. The Ravencrest soldiers crashed into them like a dark tide. Steel met steel. Screams tore through the night, some of them his people. Thorne fought like a man possessed, his blade a blur as he cut down one soldier, then another. Blood sprayed across his face, warm and sticky. A Ravencrest warrior lunged at him with a spear. Thorne twisted aside, grabbed the shaft, and drove his sword through the man’s throat. But they kept coming. “Lira!” he shouted, seeing her surrounded by three enemies. She was holding her own, but blood already stained her side.

They had just made the worst mistake of their lives. Because Aldric Thorn would tear apart the world itself if that’s what it took to bring her home. And when he found them… There would be nothing left.

CHAPTER 71 DRAKEN’S POV “It was on the marble, Sir,” Thorne muttered. He held up his gauntlet, pointing a finger toward a dried smear on the cuff. “A single crimson drop. The scent was corrupted. It tasted of iron and rot.” My body went entirely rigid, my hands slamming flat against the map table until the timber groaned under my pressure. My wolf threw his head back in a snarl. “Where is she?” I growled, my eyes flaring.

Through the shattered glass panels, I saw a synchronized squad of twelve heavily armed, massive guards marching directly toward the entrance. They weren't wearing the standard black Vanguard outfit. They had thick, crimson bands wrapped tightly around their forearms. Thorne's mark. Seeing them approach, a violent, uncontrollable shockwave of heat exploded deep in my chest. My hidden Blood Moon Alpha genetics activated immediately, supercharging my senses and drowning out every single trace of fear with pure, unadulterated aggression.