King Of Thorns Novels & Stories

Three boys appeared, holding a bow. Mercies!! Her heart screamed out. The one in the middle - wearing a robe. It was the King!! Instantly, the pains from the arrow seemed to affect her so much, she lost consiousness and passed out.

"I am here to offer you a choice. You can continue to be my cousin's lapdog, her pet admiral, the muscle in her little play for the throne. Or you can be a king." Thorne stared at him, his face a mask of disbelief, his mind a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. He was a man who respected power, who craved it, who saw it in others. And in that moment, he saw it in Kaelen. He saw not a merchant, not a foreigner, but a man who was his equal. A man who was his rival. "You're him," Thorne whispered, his voice a low, awestruck murmur. "You're the King."

He bore a birthmark shaped like a black rose on his hand. "You have claimed your throne. Now, I have a much clearer target to destroy. The Thorne Group is merely an appetizer." The man turned off his monitor and faced an army of thousands of mercenaries. "Prepare 'Operation Blackout'. We are going to make Liora Thorne realize that being a queen means having a lot more people who want to cut off your head." END OF CHAPTER 118.

Certain. This might be the craziest decision I've ever made. But it feels right. The King dies at dawn. We're all there. Watching as he takes his last breath. "I'm sorry," he says to me at the end. "For your pack. For everything." Then he's gone. The guards look at me. Waiting. "I choose Caius Thorne as King," I say clearly. "And I claim Damon and Kieran as my bonded princes. All three stay. All three rule."

He stopped directly in front of Leo, three feet away. He lowered himself to one knee. Eye level. His gaze locked onto the golden cracks spreading across Leo’s cheek. His fingers lifted—long, yellowed, like bones preserved too long. He reached toward Leo’s skin, a physical violation disguised as reverence. Leo snarled. Gold static snapped between his teeth. Thorne paused. Then he smiled, revealing rotten gums beneath a mask of diplomatic calm. “Do not fear, little King,” Thorne said softly. His voice was smooth. Measured. Poisonous.

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

They were armed with silver knives. I raised my gun. Bang. Bang. Two shots. Two headshots. The Rogues dropped to the floor. "Move!" I yelled at Leo. "Under the table! Stay deep!" Leo was crying. He was curled into a ball. The back door burst open. Three more Rogues entered. And behind them walked a man. He was human in form but his aura was pure darkness. He wore a long leather coat. His face was scarred and twisted. King Thorne.

When he caught her-and, he will catch her, the pull to mate will threaten to overwhelm him, and Thorn could only hope she knew how to calm a horny dragon before he claimed her wherever she was found. The King of Desdayos and his mate were expecting a whelp, so as he drew closer to their cavern, Thorn tried to be as quiet as he could. He crept past the entrance on his tiptoes, aware that if anyone saw him doing this, he would never hear the end of it, and just as he made it to the other side, a feminine laugh made him stop in his tracks. He didn't know whether to be angry or impressed as he heard Raeann laugh again, clearly at home in the king and Queen's chambers. Thorn was saved from having

And inside it, you could hear the neighing that could freeze anyone's blood by listening to it. The infernal steed of King Armaloth appeared in front of everyone. With a threatening look, of his eyes of fire, and without ceasing to neigh. He stood on two legs, demonstrating his might, and his energy was deadly. Everyone was trembling at this. Even the celestial being doubted his abilities for a moment. The king's Agalariept stood guard to the right of his master. His thorny branches snake menacingly. There was an unspeakable malefic force radiating from the throne of thorns. There was no one who could defeat the dark lord.

One of them was meeting with the council to discuss my role as not only Damon's mate but as the soon-to-be Queen of Gardenia. As if I summoned Damon, his bedroom door swung open, and he stepped in, closing it behind him. His eyes found mine, a hunger filling them as the scent of my arousal hit him. "Thinking of me, are you?" Damon mused, making his way toward me. A crown of golden thorns was placed on his head, and the black and gold suit jacket he wore and his black breeches made him look the part of a ruthless King. His forest green eyes trailed down the black and gold suit I wore to match him. My hair pulled back into a braid.