Hail Of Thorns Novels & Stories

Mason’s jaw tightened as he regarded his sister. “I did,” she responded, strolling in. “But I’m back. Obviously.” “And Kaden?” She stiffened, her eyes darkening. “What about him?” Mason didn’t press it. No one did. My eyes lingered on the little girl with her. She had pale blonde hair and eyes so white, they rivaled mine. I looked away. “The Crown of Thorns was not forged as a gift,” I went on, ignoring the pressure against my forehead. “It was wrought from divine wrath and bound with the breath of the goddess herself.

She stood up straight, tears brimming, “Where… where is Hayley?” XXX Hailstorm’s POV I saw Kira disappearing through the trees, trying to catch up but instead, was pulled back. Falling onto the ground, landing on my side with a very hard thud, the wind was knocked out of me. I tried to get back up, not daring to look back but something forced me to.

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.

“You run. Then shoot. Then run again.” Nightfall came heavy and fast. Inside the barn, Kael lit the central brazier, tossing in dried herbs that smelled like pine and smoke. He unrolled a map across the floor Hollow Creek, the town, the forest, the valley. “The Thorns have outposts here,” he said, pointing. “They’re not a pack. They’re a hive. Led by Saris Thorne.” Lyra added, “She was once a Pact matriarch. Broke her oath. Took followers. Said the Pact made us weak.”

Dante's peaceful sleep was disrupted by a itch on his forehead. It felt as if a fly was walking on his forehead. He opened his eyes, pissed. He scratched his head but didn't find any fly. It was just his hair. A sharp pain hit his head as he sat up. His head throbbed so painfully that he groaned, supporting his head with his palm. He looked around, finally noticing the unfamiliar surrounding. "What the hell?"

Thorn didn’t hesitate. A blue-glass vial appeared in his hand, glowing with sigils etched in ancient fae gold. He crushed the seal and hurled it with deadly precision. The vial hit Shade’s chest. Magic exploded outward. A violent flash—pure white and blinding—erupted across the clearing. Thorn shielded his face. When the light faded… Shade wasn’t burned. He wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t dissolving like demons should. He was smiling.

His hands trembled, fingers twitching as if resisting him. I began the counter, heart pounding. “Stillness answers crawling shade,” “Even thorns fear the void I made—” Too slow. “Pain flowers where mercy’s torn,” “Obsidian Bloom of Cursed Thorn.” The spell detonated inside me. Agony bloomed through my veins like black fire. I collapsed to one knee, choking as blood spilled from my mouth. Every nerve screamed. It felt as though something was growing inside me—piercing, tearing. I tasted iron. My vision blurred.

“You heard her. This ends today!” Faye lifted the baby higher. The Lunaris echo surged violently. A massive silver wave exploded outward from them. It rolled across the battlefield like a wall of light. It burned through dozens of shadow constructs. The mimics dissolved into black smoke with high shrieks. The wave seared Thorn’s enhanced body next. Parts of his shadow armor melted away. Smoke rose from his skin. Thorn screamed in pain. He staggered back several steps. The silver light had cut deep into him.

“So you abandon the Hollow? Abandon us?” “I abandon nothing,” Thorne said, calm as stone. “But I will not squander my power on foolish haste. Rhea is not prey to be culled in the dark—she is the storm that breaks the sky. And I will know what waits at its heart.” Without another word, she turned, her steps echoing against the cavernous walls of the Hollow. The firelight licked her silhouette before swallowing it whole. She was gone, leaving her sisters to their venom. --- The night beyond the Hollow was vast, breathing, alive with the whisper of old trees. Thorne moved silently through the forest, her cloak trailing like spilled ink. The air was colder here, heavier, as if each step drew her

Thorian chuckled darkly, and with deliberate intent, he raised his head, revealing eyes now ablaze with a sinister, dark red glow. "Who are you?" James stammered, his eyes widening in shock, utterly ensnared by Thorian's hypnotic, crimson gaze. A malevolent smirk played across Thorian's lips. "Your worst nightmare," Thorian uttered, his voice carrying an eerie certainty. But before James could react,James’s face met a brutal impact from the hammer, unleashing a gruesome spray of blood that splattered grotesquely across Thorian's features.