Hail Of Thorns Novels & Stories

His gut twisted. This wasn’t a choice at all. His fingers closed around the shard. The moment he touched it, pain lanced through his skull. It was not a physical wound but something deeper, something reaching into the core of him. His breath hitched as visions crashed through his mind, A battlefield drenched in silver fire. A figure standing at the heart of it, their face obscured, but their presence was suffocating. The Veil, not as a barrier, but as something alive, something ancient and watching.

They sang. The same song I’d heard in Silas’s dream. The lullaby. They charged the central camp—right toward the ceremonial stones. Toward the bond mark. “NO!” I roared, breaking into a dead sprint. Silas met me halfway, his eyes wide. “They’re targeting the bond site!” he shouted. “If they corrupt it—” “—they win.” We reached it seconds before the first shadow-creature crossed the threshold. Silas flung a dagger charged with blood magic. It struck the creature in the chest, pinning it to the earth in a burst of silver flame. I threw my body over the runes, shielding the carved stone with my bare skin.

“The Hollowed, the real ones they’ve been waiting, hiding beneath the layers. The Prophetess wasn’t the end.” Kael knelt by him. “What are you talking about? We destroyed the Hollowed’s core.” Thorne grabbed his arm, nails digging in. “That was only one cult. The outer ring. The true believers those who speak the Dreamer’s name in sleep they never left. They’re using the Rift tears as sanctuaries. And one of them… one of them has found the Thorn.” Aria’s blood turned to ice. “The Thorn?” she whispered. Thorne’s gaze locked on hers, suddenly lucid. “The only thing that can pierce the Dreamer’s veil. The only weapon that can kill what isn’t meant to die.”

I close my eyes biting my lower lip and say softly, “Hands to yourselves Mr. Hawthorne.” “You make me turn on whenever we’re alone, especially when we are in a confined space.” Adrian whispered into my ear as I felt his breath tingling around my neck and could feel my arm hair rise, having goosebumps as he stroked my arm gently up and down. He pushes me slowly into the small room that has a small bed which has only a divider that separates the room.

Chanel didn’t get to complete her sentence because a loud gunshot could be heard, causing Joshua to wake up in tears. “Shit!” Isobel shouted, picking Joshua up immediately. “Stay here...” Nathaniel hissed, watching the way blood drained from all their faces. He hoped the doctor realized this was nothing like the movies she watched. Nathaniel opened the door, only to be knocked hit on the head by none other than Draven. When Nathaniel made to shake off the hit, Draven shot him in the chest not missing a beat, causing Nathaniel to fall back. “Oh my God!” The three ladies said, all at once. Rosalyn got to her knees, applying pressure to the wound on his chest.

Isabella added. Everyone's attention was already on us and few people had their phones out recording the exchange. Ella turned to me “Leila, can we please just ignore these nitwits, they aren't worth our time”. What followed was a blur, but all I could feel was oil from the stew running down my face before hearing the sound of a palm striking a face. The pepper in the stew was stinging my eyes, and all I could think of was getting some water to wash it away.

Yoel rushed to Holly's side and wrapped her in the safety of his arms. His eyes preyed towards the crowd. When he glared at Cecilia — the girl who had started it all — his glare was so intense it was as if he wanted to lash out at her.

He was driven by greed, and his insatiable desire to claim everything we held dear knew no bounds. In the privacy of my thoughts, I muttered curses against his name, venting my anger and frustration. I couldn't deny the heavy burden of concern and dread that weighed upon me. My determination to shield my family from his malevolent influence was now intertwined with a growing sense of unease. I muttered under my breath, "He's not going to get his hands on anything, not if I can help it."

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

Rachelia raised her scythe and it shined bright crimson that hurt Lars' eyes so much he couldn't shake it off even by closing his eyes. The wall of ivies shifted, lining up the thorns' positions to face the incoming Chimeras. In a loud, catapulting noise, the black thorns then shot out, completely destroying any Chimeras smaller than a house, or mortally wounding ones slightly bigger than that. The thorns were gigantic, sharp missiles that brought doom for anything comes near Librarium. This made Lars realized of how these walls acted as the fortification Rachelia meant. "Wow, that's... really great."