King Of Thorns Novels & Stories

The middle and youngest brothers were left to their own devices, running frantically through Thorne's last enforcers and trying to make it to the block, with unhinged, suicidal fury. “Pathetic,” King Thorne sneered, his mutated, hulking chest heaving as the toxic blue veins pulsed wildly against his neck. He came forward and his huge combat boot was crushing Kaelen's broken back, holding him down. The perfect heir, who died as a shield for a human whore. Now it's your turn, Elara. Thorne clutched the handle of the silver battle axe, tearing it from Kaelen's broken arms. He lifted the dripping weapon up high over his head, as if to rip me apart.

King made a sound with his tongue as he slowly wiped her tears with his hand and then shook his head. “I am no gentleman, my wife. I am not even close to one.” “H… how dare you?!” She cried. “Tell this to whoever sent you that… I, King Thorn, will find them and break them,” with a menacing smile, he pulled away from her. Payton tried as hard as she could to control her breathing. Her world might never remain the same. Because damn, she had gotten entangled with this strange man and he would not believe that she was working for no one and this was not her fault either.

she asked, her voice a whisper. “Tillium is the only known source that is able to fatally wound those of royal descent,” he explained. “Grandmother Sheloah is a descendant of Shirin royalty.” “Your father told me that schorl could wound me and that’s why they had me bound in schorl.” Darius let out a little chuckle. “Yes, schorl is known to wound royals, pretty badly at that, but it is not fatal to us. Schorl is only lethal to celestials who do not descend from true royal blood.”

"And what if I turned my troops against you for this horror?" "Then I will finish this weapon, and use it imminently," Tai threatens. "When are you going to snap out of this attitude? Your father is dead, you have returned as King...Now is the time to do some good," Zavian insists. He clearly sees something good still lingering in his old friend, or perhaps it's just an empty belief. Sometimes I feel as though Tai can be changed, but these days, I'm not so sure. Tai shrugs. "I truly believe I am doing good."

Link called, just as I reached the door. I paused. “You feel guilty,” he said. I didn’t turn around. “No,” I said flatly. “I feel… clear.” And I stepped out into the corridor, the sound of my boots echoing down the stone path toward the gates. Rosie of the Thorns Pack had come looking for Jacob. What she would find instead… was me. And I would make sure she left Galahad wondering who truly held the crown now. The Gates of Galahad Power feels different when it’s not borrowed.

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

The battlefield erupted anew. Selene snarled, wings beating as she rose higher, her serpents writhing in fury. “Another king come to die? How quaint.” Her shadows struck at Thorne, jagged spears of darkness slicing through the air. Thorne met them with his storm, lightning forking across the ground and sky, splitting the shadow in half with thunderous cracks. “Not king,” Thorne growled, his voice a rumble that shook the wolves to their bones. “Executioner.”

Waving his hand, Lazarus dismissed the guy. “It is fine Lord Thomas, is she here?” Smiling Thomas nodded to him. “She is but right this moment she is refitting the King on his new clothes.” “Do you know how long it will be?” “She should almost be done.” While her father and Lord Thomas were chatting Jezzebelle looked off to her side and saw gorgeous necklaces and earrings, going over to the case she saw a gorgeous red ruby choker like necklace and a vampire bat hanging down from it. She was looking at it so much she didn’t realize the King had been starring at her from behind.

I feel Martin grip me, and I know something bad is about to happen. Thoran turns my wrist over and stares at the birthmark on my hand. He mumbles something to himself, then looks back at me, astonished. “I apologize… let’s sit,” he says, smiling at both Martin and me. We turn to each other, very confused, but I shrug. Martin continues to stare at his father, but I urge him to sit down.

he orders, looking right into her eyes This time, she dropped to her knees, her body completely obeying his will. "Ha, ha, look at that. I've got myself a thrall!" he boasts His gloating over how he's going to make her a sex slave and how he's going to share her with all his friends infuriates her. She was once at the top of the food chain; she can't lose to bottom-feeders like these. Mustering all the will the both her past lives can give her, she rises to her feet.