King Of Thorns Novels & Stories

Slouched, wild, barefoot and sharp-eyed. King Vaelen Thornborne. The fae monarch responsible for slaughtering half her order. “You smell like iron,” he drawled, head tilting. “And rage.” Seris squared her shoulders, her cloak heavy with frost. “I came to retrieve what your soldiers stole. The treaty stone. Return it, and I leave.” He rose with the lazy elegance of a predator. Taller than any man, his shoulders wrapped in dark petals and leather armor, his skin kissed with ash and moonlight.

I obey, the mossy ground cool and damp under my knees, the pool’s glassy surface rippling faintly as she begins to chant in an ancient tongue, words like moonlight woven into wind, stirring the lunar runes on the stones to glow. Images swirl in the water like smoke rising from embers: a grand citadel carved into jagged ridges, silver-and-black banners fluttering proudly in the breeze. A tall man with my auburn hair and hazel eyes stands atop a dais, a silver circlet crowning his head, his expression stern yet filled with paternal pride as he addresses a cheering pack. “Father,” I whisper, the word escaping like a long-held breath. Alpha King Thorne – my blood, my legacy.

Victorious. Until it happened. No warning. A silver blade, sliding through flesh, through bone, through the heart of a king. Thorne's breath left him in a sharp, broken exhale. His body stilled as the sword pierced through his chest from behind. For a second, no one moved. “Ahhh!” The king dropped to his knees, and chaos exploded. “Retreat! The king has fallen!” By the time they brought him back to the palace, he was already slipping away. Evangeline cradled his face, her hands shaking.

The maid knocked. "Enter," Kieran's voice came from inside. My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it. I walked in. The door closed behind me with a soft click. The room was huge. A dining room with a long fancy table. Candles everywhere. Crystal glasses. Everything screamed money. Kieran Thorne was sitting at the head of the table. He stood up when I walked in. He wore a Black suit. His Hair was perfectly styled. He looked like he belonged in a magazine.

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.

~~~~~~~~~ King Tharks used his mighty horse Axel to navigate the way up to the palace. He brought the Heart of Magic with him. He's had high expectations about what kind of power this thing could emit. This was his second time in history to use its power and he was not afraid to use it again and again to invade everyone who tried to steal his throne. King Reez had no idea that his foe and friend has his champion. Tharks finally came outside the palace and he saw how his people raise their swords and drive their horses approaching their enemies. He witnessed how some of them fell and got stab it slice their necks with enemies' swords.

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

he said sarcastically. “You know not to call me. I already told you I'd get him to sign your deal. I don't need you blowing my phone up.” she complained with annoyance. "That's a shame," he said dryly. Before Jessica could retort, a man appeared at the entrance of her office. With a distinctive appearance, standing tall and having keen blue eyes, he inched towards her gently. His hair, partly at the corner of his face with its silver glow. "Mr. Thorne?" the man inquired calmly, his voice, baritone-like.

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.