King Of Thorns Novels & Stories

He brought his knife down and cut the vines that shielded her face. He then grabbed her jaw and pulled it up forcefully, his fingers biting hard on her skin, "Confident, are you? Not for long when the blood drains out of your body" He opened his mouth wide, his fangs protruding, about to take a bite. A sudden roar stilled him from behind her, hairbreadth away from her skin. As if alive, the sound passed through her directly, jarring her to her bone. He is here. The king is here. Her king.

So as bringing downfall to the kingdom whom the man before her, will rule. The clang of the silver blade against the cobblestone pavement played a slow motion rate at the spectators of the scene. The crimson eyes of the one and only Ruvillous Vel Nur Eldonia was struck with lighting as he can feel his wolf, Zafron, howled - awakened from it's long slumber. The once named mate less Crown Prince of the first nation was gone. "I Am Your Mate." Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

"Now, just be a good girl and watch your father kick your uncle's ass." Dylan was right, Keir was kicking Uisdean's ass. Uisdean was already bleeding from several places when he threw out a hand; magic rippling through the air to hit Keir. Keir screamed, and I started to go forward but, again, Dylan stopped me. I yanked my arm out of his grip angrily as I saw the reason for Keir's screams; black thorns were poking through his skin everywhere. "Dad!" I cried. "Stay back, Seren!" Keir waved a hand over himself and the thorns fell away. "I am the Twilight King, I can handle my brother."

He’s also as old as my father but appears younger because he’s healthy and still actually works out with his soldiers. The most exclusive and close-knit is Nathan's family. If need be, they will fight for him while having their eyes covered. He was one of those who assisted us in calming the royals when Mother passed away. He’d never bow down to a woman. Like his son. “Yes, Young Lady, To what do we owe this pleasure?” Thorn waggles his brows at me. Although both his parents are British, he is American born and bred, and therefore, he speaks without an accent most of the time.

“She’s mine. I marked her neck, her tits, her thighs with my teeth. That womb is going to swell with my seed. Touch her without my permission and I’ll rip your fucking throat out and fuck her on your corpse.” Thorn the leaner, flirty stud with sharp features and a cocky dangerous grin. He stood between them rolling his eyes. He was the wildcard. Not as massively built as the other two, but still huge. There was a playful look in his eyes that made my stomach twist “Both of you sound like desperate dogs fighting over the same juicy bone,” Thorn drawled crossing his arms over his chest. “We all drew the card tonight. We all get to ruin the Crown princess. Fighting about who owns her is just wa

But before he could process the revelation, a voice sounded behind the imposing oak doors: "All rise for His Majesty, the King of Lycans, the Sovereign of the Lunaris Citadel, the Moon’s Chosen, and the Supreme Ruler of the Great Packs—King Duncan Thornevale!" The door creaked open, and he stepped in, immediately commanding silence and attention. His fine golden cloak billowed behind him as he walked through the grand hall, each of his steps powerful. Kael, now standing a little closer to the path the king would pass, focused his gaze on the male, and as he did, his eyes slowly widened until they reached their limits, recognition settling over him.

I wheezed, forehead pressed to Leo’s. “Shut up and take it,” Thorne growled, starting to move — heavy, claiming grinds that sent shockwaves through my whole body. Now every thrust into me pushed me into Leo, the wet sounds turning into one filthy, rhythmic mess of slapping skin, squelching grease, and desperate breathing. “Look at us,” Thorne said, voice thick. “The king and his two little prisoners. You feel that, Jax? Me owning what’s mine?”

Deep down. But she had buried it beneath survival. Now it stood between them. Unavoidable. “Seal the inner doors!” she shouted. Heavy stone slabs dropped into place. Outside, Kael fought as something unleashed. He did not fight like a pack leader defending territory. He fought like a father protecting his child. Thorne stepped into view at the center of the courtyard. Gray hair pulled back. Eyes cold and satisfied. “So,” Thorne called out calmly. “The king softens you, and I finish you.”

The flames licking at the walls seemed to lean in my direction, eager and waiting for a command. “No,” I murmured, pressing my hands to my chest. “Not like this.” Thorne feinted to the left and then slashed right. Kaïden barely managed to block the blow, but the force pushed him back a step. A split formed on his lip, blood trickling down his chin. Thorne’s grin was feral as he pressed the attack, his blades a frenzied blur. “Is this your mighty king?” Thorne taunted, his voice reverberating through the ruined hall. “Brought low by his own mate’s curse.”