Hearts With Thorns Novels & Stories

"She didn't try to take my mind, Isolde. She told me how to ground it. She told me to use Kian." Isolde let out a dry, rattling breath, her clear blue eyes flickering with a complex, unreadable emotion. "The core is learning. But the wall is broken now, Ivy. You opened the door to the fourth turn, and you won't be able to shut it again." Before I could answer, the heavy outer doors of the lower cavern creaked open. A Thorneheart scout stumbled into the room, his leather armor torn, his breath coming in white, frantic plumes in the damp air. He held a bloody iron helm in his left hand, his face pale as fresh snow.

Agony's revenge. It fits. She leaned her back on the chair and crossed her arm. A love potion and Agony's revenge. Two opposite chemicals, I just hope it really worked.

Turning the flame in law I left a long breath while continuing to chop veggies, after a moment I said "I almost got a heart attack " "why ? were you expecting Ram instead of me ?'' The moment he said those words, I stopped whatever I was doing. A sudden rush of discomfort ran through my body. I felt the immediate lump forming in my throat. It became difficult to breathe. My chest was feeling heavy with a lot of unsaid words buried inside it. A pair of tears slipped out of my eyes, sniffing as low as I could. I dropped the knife and tried to take his hands from my waist. But as usual, his strong grip made me cry out loud.

he asked softly Elena felt her heart melt on his words, she hadn’t seen that sweet and emotional side of him before. Maybe he did have a heart after all, maybe it was more than just a dark box filled with black spiders, maybe he had it in him to feel emotions after all, and maybe, just maybe… He was capable of loving.

*Thorn* I hear the door creak open, the heavy footsteps echoing ominously through the dim room, making me realise that it must be a new day. My heart races, not from fear but from the thrill of defiance that courses through me. Christopher strides in, followed by one of his men, his presence like a dark cloud hanging over my spirit. The grin on my face must infuriate him, a stark contrast to the rage boiling beneath the surface.

Each flicker was a promise: the Hollow Host. As dusk fell over New York, the four brothers reassembled in the penthouse’s secure conference room, joined by Seraphina, Malthea, Elias, and Cassie. They stood in a circle around the Heart of Thorns relic, its glow steady. “She’s gathering an army,” Bain said. “But we have something she can never take: each other.” Cassie placed Aragorn in Elias’s arms. “Our family is our fortress.” Petrov drew a deep breath. “Then let’s make these few hours count. We know her patterns now.”

“It was I who saved her in the hollow wood, when the arrow should have struck her heart. I who stilled the breath of the Watcher when it closed its jaws too soon. I who turned the stones beneath her feet when her step should have carried her to death.” The words hit me like water poured over coals. Heat and chill at once. My throat went tight. Kael’s voice snapped sharp as a blade. “Lies.” But something in me knew they weren’t. Thorne’s head tilted slightly, the hood slipping enough for me to see her mouth fully—soft, unpainted lips curving with something like sorrow. “Not lies. Threads. I have woven them for her. Again, and again. Until the time comes when no hand, not even mine, can stay t

Thorn said simply. Inside, his heart was beating steadily, and Raeann's eyes filled with tears. She knew what this meant. Thorn was trusting her with his life. Once a heart is given, it can never be returned. If the person who holds it dies, the dragon will die alongside her. Using her magic, she created a shield; it shimmered before enclosing the box, and Thorn watched as the box buried itself inside Raeann's skin, settling right beside her own heart. Before she could say anything, he cleared his throat and beat her to it.

Even though I didn't mean to, I had shattered their hearts. "I'm sorry... but it's the truth. When you all confessed your feelings for me, I accepted to be your girlfriends," I said, breaking their hearts even more. The monsters looked at me like I had committed the worst sin ever. And it was true. I had committed a grievous sin. I played with the feelings of three hearts. Lucian, Raven, and Thorne didn't say anything further after they found out the truth. But their eyes spoke every word. Their eyes were filled with the pain of being betrayed by the girl they loved and would give up their lives for.

“You think this is your idea. It never was.” “If you knew, then you know the deal." Thorne’s voice was a growl. "Open the gate, and you get the Heart.” Virex’s laugh echoed like bones dropped into water. “You still think this is a trade. Charming.” Emma stepped beside Evangeline and unwrapped the satchel. The moment the cloth peeled back, the Heart of Dracula lit the room in deep red light. The pulsing glow flickered like firelight across the stone, casting long shadows that didn’t match any of their movements.