Juniper And Thorn Novels & Stories

When that first snowflake kissed their daughter's nose, her eyes went wide with the magic of it all. Holly's gaze drifted to a corner of the street. There was a figure she knew, looking all kinds of down on his luck. His hair had not surrendered to gray, but his frame was bent. As if he had been worn down by life. He caught Holly's eye and thought about bolting, but his bum leg nearly sent him tumbling. He instinctively covered his face with his hands. Holly was suddenly hit by the memory of the feud that had erupted between the Hoffman and Porter families years ago.

(Amara’s POV) The safehouse didn’t look like what I expected. It wasn’t some fortress of cold marble and cameras. It was a quiet, two-story home tucked behind heavy iron gates, wrapped in ivy and early-spring roses. There was a porch swing. A vegetable garden. Curtains that looked like they were picked by someone who cared about color and light. Homey. A word I barely understood — a word that clutched at something deep inside my chest and wouldn’t let go.

I looked at her—my mate, my Luna, the person who could see through every defensive wall I tried to build—and felt exhaustion hit me like a physical weight. "I'm barely holding it together," I admitted. "Jerome is still out there planning something. The coalition is stable but fragile. My parents are recovering but traumatized. Shawn is struggling with integration. The kids are dealing with their own school challenges. And I can't find Thorne half the time because he and Rivers are using the permanent portal as their personal romantic getaway." "That last part bothers you more than you're admitting," Lumina observed. "It doesn't bother me that Thorne found someone," I clarified. "It bothers m

It wanted a Thorne on the throne. The shadow of Arthur Thorne lunged from the data-stream, not at Leo, but at the unprotected mind of Julian. "No!" Leo shouted, reaching into the stream to pull his brother back. The white light turned a blinding, predatory gold.

It was the only place where I felt like he was still watching over me. I walked over to his heavy mahogany desk and clicked a small, hidden catch in the side of the locker. It slid open with a soft groan. I reached in and pulled out a small, velvet-lined jewelry box. Inside sat the Thorn. It was a strange, jagged piece shaped like a rose’s thorn but forged from something dark and ancient. My father had given it to me in that fever-dream afterlife, a promise that I wouldn't just survive, I would become the very thing that pierced my enemies' path.

Not from the danger, but from the forbidden spark of connection that had ignited when our hands met. The rootkit was deployed. The siphon was running. Elias Vance had successfully saved Thorne Corp from a crisis he had initiated, solidifying his position. But I walked away from the console with the first, small, disastrous realization: Julian Thorne was not just a target; he was fire. And I was already burned.

A second passed before his voice clicked into my mind. “Alaric? Everything alright?” “Congratulations.” I meant it. My chest softened a little. “Evelina told me. I’m happy for both of you.” His relief and joy pulsed through the link. “Thank you, brother.” I exhaled. Then my voice hardened. “I need you to do something for me.” Dorian instantly grew serious. “Name it.” I stared down the empty corridor, jaw locked tight. “Find out everything about the Thornveil family.”

The kind that does not end when you open your eyes, the kind that follows you into waking and sits beside you through every hour of the day, patient and immovable, waiting for you to accept that this is not a dream you get to leave. Thornwood's lawn is in chaos behind me. Wolves arguing in tense, fractured clusters. Council members demanding explanations. Pack elders calling for order that no one is listening to. The alliance that was supposed to hold everything together has cracked down the middle, and the fractures are spreading, and somewhere beneath all of it, Gideon's shadow still stretches over everything, patient and poisonous and utterly without remorse. I am standing in the middle o

Before I had time to yell her name back, I was pounced on and we both fell to the floor, making me wince in pain not because of the beatings of Devon but because the floor was damn hard! I noticed the wounds I got from Devon's beatings had healed faster than normal but I threw that aside since I believed it was as a result of feeding well now. Indeed, I was being stuffed by Sebastian without Devon knowing. I was yet to know the relationship between the two because I had no idea what they were. I almost thought they were brothers because of their resemblance but it wasn't until I heard them cursing at each other's parents did I realize something was off. Something I was definitely not going t