Dr Thorn Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

*Thorn* The door swings open, and the harsh fluorescent lights flood the room, burning into my eyes like a thousand needles. I squint against the glare, my heart pounding wildly as two figures step inside… Christopher, with that insufferable smirk plastered across his face, and a man I’ve never seen before, but the air around him crackles with authority. He must be the new mayor. Behind them their lackeys enter. “Ah, Thorn,” Christopher says, his tone dripping with feigned cordiality. “Allow me to introduce you to Mayor Price. He’s very interested in your… lineage.”

I said, voice tight. “Just make sure you don’t get yourself killed trying to clear their names,” Hera said, pushing away from the counter. Before I could argue that I wouldn’t die, a new voice drifted from the doorway. “Wise advice,” Thorne said mildly. “For once.” Hera rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Nothing in this pack house is ever private.” I turned to see him leaning against the door frame as if he had been there for a while, watching and listening to us.

“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

I’d been wrong. He held my hand against his mouth for a long moment, his breath warm against my skin, before releasing me to reach for the call button beside the bed. His thumb pressed the plastic with enough force to make it crack, a small fracture spreading from the point of contact. The door opened less than a minute later. Dr. Thornwood entered with the particular efficiency of someone who had been waiting for this call, her hair pulled back in what remained of a severe bun, dark circles shadowing her eyes. She’d been here the whole time, I realised. Watching over me. Fighting the Voice’s poison with every tool in her considerable arsenal.

Don't know why. Thorne pulled out his phone and made a call, his voice too low for me to hear clearly. But his body language—tense, focused, calculating—told me this wasn't a casual visit. He was here for a reason. A specific reason that involved therapy, or Dr. Fisher's patients, or— My blood ran cold as the possibility crystallized. Theo was Matthew's son. Matthew had forced Bianca into a ritual that supposedly killed her. That ritual had been performed by Dr. Hartwick, who was now dead.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "I believe," a deep, resonant voice vibrated through the hall, "there is a misunderstanding regarding my son’s parentage." The crowd parted like the Red Sea. Lucian Thorne, a man respected by the elites in broad day light and feard in the shadows. He didn't look at the press, or the elite, or the empty grave on the screen. His eyes were fixed solely on Darcy and the boy. Harry blanched, his bravado evaporating. "Thorne? What is this? This is a family matter. This is my son, Leo Williams—"

Thorne* I read it twice. M. Thorne. Marcus Thorne. The name was in the character list I'd been building in my head, the one populated with people who would eventually matter. Professor at Lunar Ridge. Connected to Aria's birth family. Had been searching for her. He was here. Already. In my first life I never knew he existed. He'd been a face in the faculty directory that I'd never had reason to look at. But here he was at week one, reaching out.

Nathan answered, "WHAT?" Standing from his chair aggressively, his free knuckles laid on the table, you could see his veins popping out of the length of his arm, "Now you listen to me, you little twat." "I am ALPHA Thornton, and I can get you Alpha Zayne Steele because he is mated to my daughter. Do you understand me now?" “Hahahahahahahahahahaha bhahahahahahahahahahsha.” Dr. Nathan's laugh was loud and uncontrollable. He could not believe what was happening. Did he hear correctly? The nerve of Alpha Theodore Thornton.

“Thank you, officer.” The call dropped and the phone almost slipped from my hand. I couldn't even continue. I was in my thoughts. My mom was going to be so mad at me. I know her too well; she would scold me. My thought process was interrupted by Tyler’s voice; he was on his phone. I felt a wave of panic as I followed Tyler's gaze to his phone screen. A news article was open, with the headline "Breaking News: Tragic happening, the Shadow Syndicate finally burst."

"Dr. Xanthos, are you okay?" Thora, timid and meek, had endured years of abuse from the Sutton family, but her kind nature remained unchanged. She always remembers those who had helped her and believed in repaying even the smallest favor with immense gratitude. When she didn't hear a response, Thora grew more anxious. Unsure of what to do, she glanced around and saw a tall figure rushing out of the outpatient building. She called out urgently, "Mr. Lowe, help Dr. Xanthos! She seems to be crying!"