Romans & histoires Juniper And Thorn

Carson wanted to see him more, but he afraid that Jeremiah’s parent found it strange for a fifteen-year-old boy to hang out with a four-year-old without any particular reason. Aiden gaped to hear the reply, “I can’t believe it…” he was about to cuss, but he did not want Jeremiah to hear his swearing. So, he went advance than the others and summoned his rune weapon, the frozen thorn. It was an icy spear that could summon ice spikes around the place where it landed. He believed, by using the power of his frozen thorn, he can kill plenty of rabbits in a single hit. He held the spear in his right hand while carrying the picnic basket with his left.

Responding to her distress, they swiftly arrived on the scene, driven by an unyielding loyalty to protect the innocence of the young. With ruthless efficiency, the werewolves apprehended Thorne, subduing his attempts to escape. Bound by their unyielding grip, he found himself at their mercy, confined within a cell that now held his dreams of reuniting Zelda and the baby. It was a cruel irony, to be ensnared by those who sought to protect the very child he sought to rescue.

AURELIA'S P.O.V Standing at the entrance of the hallway was Thorne. The look on his face terrified me; he was out for blood; he was out for Caroline's blood. "I'll make you wish you had never been born." He spoke his words calmly, the resonance of the hall carrying his words across. But even in the calmness, one could easily hear the anger in it. "I see you finally found us; no matter. My son and I were just deciding the fate of your whore." The evil bitch sneered at him, fishing out her gun, which she pointed at my head. Even Cooper seemed startled as he gasped.

He loved the kids as much as they loved him, “Quit smiling and get a move on.” Thorn jumped into the passenger seat of Arabella’s jeep. As they moved down the mountain, Thorn hung his head out the window, letting the wind blow the wonderful smells that filtered through his snout, He could smell his pack off in the distance shadowing the Jeep. They would stop soon. The pack never left the mountain. Only Thorn did that.

~Noc~ “Wake up!” Thorn yelled, throwing a small rock at me. He was putting out the fire. To keep wildfires from ripping through the land every traveler ensured that they took the time to put out fires completely. I sat up stiffly, stretching and yawning. “Why are you always so grumpy and mean?” I asked him, rolling my shoulders. I watched him roll his eyes at me. Thorn had always had strong opinions on the way I acted. But it was only when we were alone so he could hop off. I smirked, getting up taunting his eye roll with my own. Thorn shook his head chuckling in minor annoyance.

Even for the scar faced shooter, that should be a little above his league. “Like they say, charity begins at home. I am sure that the Scorpione family is split in three by now, one third of them wouldn’t be easily swayed or misguided which means they will either drop their guns and leave, or fight the other half till death. I think Lorenzo will let them take the first option because he dislikes the killing of fellow Made-men . Now that leaves us with two thirds of the army to handle and that wouldn’t be difficult to subdue if we play our cards right.

Nicole looked at the information and frowned. "It's the Thorne family; Do you guys have any vendetta against each other?" Eber frowned as he looked at the black umbrella-shaped family emblem on the screen. "I can't believe that it's them." The Turmann and the Thorne families were once the closest partners. The Turmann family was powerful, but they still looked after the Thorne family, entrusting them with projects. Even now, the Thorne family still maintained close contact with the Turmann family. Yet they stole Turmann's most sophisticated design drawings and became the most treacherous traitor in the Turmann family's eyes.

Tumatango-tango lang ako at ngumingiti minsan sa kanilang usapan. Marami silang napag-usapan tungkol sa nakaraan, pamilya, negosyo at mga plano. Nakikisabay ako minsan kapag may alam ako sa pinag-uusapan nila. Unti-unti na rin akong kumalma at nasanay kay Jean nang tumagal ang usapan namin. Nagtatawanan ang dalawa ng biglang tumunog ang telepono ni Thorn. His jaw clenched as he looked at his phone.

“Whatever hunts her knows exactly who she is. And it will not stop until she is claimed.. or destroyed.” The forest seemed to breathe with those words. Thorne gestured to the path ahead. “Come. The night listens.” We walked on, the air colder now, heavier. My thoughts spiraled, questions gnawing like teeth. Lunaborn. Seal. Parents I never knew. None of it made sense, and yet… somewhere deep, something inside me stirred, like a locked door rattling on its hinges. As we neared the edge of the woods, a sharp sting cut across my palm. I hissed and looked down. A thorn had pricked me.. though no bush stood near. My blood slowly dripped down like a little tap.

In this one. The heavy oak doors of the council chamber swung open for me. The room went dead silent, the air thick with old power and fresh tension. The elders sat around the stone table, faces lined and wary. And there he was: Julius Thorne, standing next to his father like he owned the place, that same arrogant tilt to his chin. The shock on his face was almost funny. His eyes went wide, then narrowed in confused recognition. He saw the guy from the wedding, the one who “stole” his prize. He saw a rival. He did not see a King.