Hearts With Thorns Novels & Stories

It was the only time I had never done the ritual before eating hearts. I felt a sharp grip on my face as I swallowed the last piece of the heart. I was forced to look at Thomas. There was that angry cold look in his eyes, he had a knife with him, he dragged the tip of it across my face, drawing blood. I let out a pained whimper as tears started running down my face. After 7 years I still had yet to get used to the pain. "You shouldn't have done that, pet." He growled into my ear, before he bit into my throat with his fangs.

But you. "I AM THE SILVER HEART!" I screamed, my Silver Heart on fire and my heart racing with loyalty."AND I WON'T GIVE UP WHAT I LOVE!" Kael jumped right next to me. His amber eyes were mean, and his claws tore through the dark. Thorne came down from the sky and sent golden energy into the darkness. Draven came out of the darkness at the same time, and dark blue light arcs mixed with mine. We set up a counter that worked with everything else, and our ties burnt like lightning.

These were dark, their petals the color of dried blood, and they were guarded by thorns as long and lethal as daggers. In the center of the courtyard sat a stone altar, its surface etched with runes that seemed to writhe if she looked at them too long. Without a word, Thorne lifted her and pushed her onto the cold stone. The chill of the rock was a shock against her heated skin, but before she could recoil, he moved. He positioned himself between her legs and spread her thighs wide, pinning her knees back toward her shoulders. "They all know what you are now," he murmured. His voice was a dark caress, a low vibration that made her skin crawl even as it ignited a spark of heat she couldn't ex

Because a Thorne has the thorns to protect her heart, and a Montague has the steel to build a world around it. The wedding night was over. But the dynasty? The dynasty was just beginning.

A heartbeat across time. "The Heart... it's not an artifact," I whispered, my hand trembling as I reached out. The green thorns beneath my skin flared, recognizing their source. "It’s her. It’s a part of her life-force, kept in stasis to hold the entire Tundra together."

A widowed and ill woman who was rescued by a great King. But I knew the truth. Thorne didn't want a wife. He wanted a trophy. And worse still, bringing us into this citadel of black marble and silver, he had pitted me directly in the nest of his three monstrous, breathtaking sons. I ran down the dark arboresque of the east wing of the house, my bridal bridesmaid gown rustling too noisily on the heavy carpet. I needed to get to my room. I had to shut the door, take the curtains, and vanish. My heart was throbbing against my ribs, a crazy, hysterical beat, of which my inner wolf--mute and slumbering by birth--could not have even endeavored to quiet.

He raised his hand—the massive, stone hand—and pointed it not at the island map, but at the glass heart visible through the translucent skin of his own chest. "Jinyan, no!" Thorne screamed from the hologram. Jinyan’s fingers curled into a fist. He didn't execute the purge. He didn't save the daughter. He reached into his own chest. The sound of stone cracking was like a lightning strike. Panni screamed as Jinyan’s hand tore through his own ribs, his fingers grasping the pulsing glass heart. The bubble around them began to flicker, the pressure outside screaming as the energy field lost its source.

Andy’ POV With every step I took, the pain in my heart grew. It was like a fire, burning and consuming me from the inside out. It made my chest ache and made it hard to breathe. The tears that had been pooling in my eyes began to spill over, running down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them; I couldn't even try. I was beyond caring, beyond feeling. I just wanted the pain to end; it seemed like I was swallowed up by the darkness that surrounded me.

Ge‌tting it out was har⁠d with‌ her hands tied, but‍ after t‍wi​sting and s​truggling, she‍ managed to g​rip the sm‍al​l⁠ metal tool. Her h‍eart be‍at wildl⁠y as she pressed‍ it against the‍ rope‍. The rope was th​ick. Sh‍e scraped anyway​. Her​ w‍rists burned. Her fing​ers‍ cramped. Sw​eat rolled down her‍ face as she worked slowly, qui‌etly, cutting one tiny fiber at a time. “Just a​ lit⁠tle more,” she whispered.‍ “Please.”

Moonbound Deception Chapter 4: Eternal Claim The distant howls sliced through the night like jagged knives, growing louder and more menacing with every passing minute. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window in the alpha quarters, my breath fogging the surface as my heart thundered in my chest. The long shirt I wore—one of Thorne’s, carrying his rich pine and musk scent—clung to my still-flushed skin, the fabric teasing my sensitive nipples and the slick heat between my thighs. The omega heat refused to fade completely, even amid the danger, turning every heartbeat into a pulse of need that made my core ache with emptiness.