King Of Thorns Novels & Stories

The two giant whirlwinds rose quickly and went to where they were. "Swallow all the enemies," he whispered to the two whirlwinds. When Chief Thanos saw two approaching giant vortexes, "—Full back — Full back..." he repeatedly shouted. The enemies from the Kriotteotall Realm ran their separate ways, when they saw the approaching whirlwind giants. When Empaler Aegaeus realized that the robbers had completely retreated, he quickly returned to General Accientsy. "How is she?" he asked the duke worriedly. "She's still comatose," replied the duke, who reflected on his face and was apprehensive about his only filia.

" Just as they were about to shove Holly into the car, a frantic blare of a horn cut through the air. The screech of tires on asphalt followed, and a Maybach came barreling toward them. Luke was caught off guard, causing him to stumble back. The car screeched to a halt just five meters from him. Holly recognized the plate and breathed a sigh of relief. Yoel stepped out, his face raging like a storm. He walked towards them with an attitude that spelled trouble. Luke immediately shrunk under his shadow. Yoel only had one mission. He made a beeline for Holly, his crew following quickly behind to deal with the rest. The bodyguards helping Luke sensed that the tide had turned and they immediately

He hummed at the touch and flipped me over. "Was last night not enough for you." He smirked. "I will never get enough of you Mr. Thorn." I saw a flash in his eyes. I had forgotten how much he loved me calling him that. With a swift move his hand was between my legs tracing circles on my most sensitive spot. I threw my head back into the pillow moaning. I couldn't take it any longer, I pushed him off me and tossed him to the side. I straddled him and hovered myself over his erection. I rubbed myself up and down him.

“Yeah, I guess,” “We talking about Mateball?” Kairos and Maximus snapped their heads up to look at the door to Kairos’s room. Lounging against the door frame was Thorne. His bleach blonde hair had been freshly washed and toned. It stood out against his deep olive skin. He wore thick black rimmed glasses over his honey-gold eyes. “Yeah,” Kairos said. “You going? You taking History of Wolves or The Last Great Queen this year?” “Har, har,” Thorne rolled his eyes. “I’m taking no one. Unlike you two, I’m trying to not piss off the Queen.”

Mara lifted her chin. She did not look fragile. She looked claimed by fate. The silver chain Cline had given her lay at her throat like a promise. He touched two fingers to his heart, then to hers, and stepped back half a pace so Thorn could begin. Thorn — King of the Dark Fae — opened his right hand. Pale green fire gathered in his palm, shimmering like liquid emeralds. Kira opened her left. Moonlight pooled there, molten silver and impossibly bright.

he snarled as he reached into his coat with his uninjured arm and then, he pulled out something…black, metallic, small and had a sharp edge. Then, he flicked his wrist and tossed it towards me, clattering against my chest before landing right into my laps. I stared at it. I picked it up with shaking fingers. The metal cut my skin, sharp enough to make me bleed. Silver letters shone in the bright light: ZAURIK THORN. Lycan king of the Deadlands. One Year. One Rule. My heart beat fast like a trapped bird. “Why me?” I whispered. He moved closer, heat coming off him, shadows growing with his movement until they covered mine. He leaned down, his breath felt hot on my ear. “Because you smell like

"The King! He’s ill! He’s been poisoned!" The "Null-Magic" sentinels rushed forward, their armor clanking. I stood up, my heart racing. This was the moment. If I could get to the door while they were distracted— But Thorne wasn't dead. Not yet. With a sheer, terrifying act of will, he reached out and grabbed my arm. His grip was weak, shaking, but it was enough to hold me. His eyes were bloodshot, tracking my movement with a feral intensity. He was dying, but his spite was immortal.

Dorian murmured, watching as florists carried crates of roses through the archways. I smirked. “You know how she is, everything must be perfect long before the guests arrive.” Two guards in polished armor bowed as we passed, opening the massive golden doors that led into the throne room. Inside, sunlight streamed through high stained-glass windows, painting the marble floors with shards of color. At the far end stood King Edric and Queen Liora, the figures of authority and grace themselves. King Edric was tall and broad-shouldered, his once-dark hair now streaked with silver, his amber eyes warm yet commanding. His presence filled the room effortlessly — a man born to lead.

Decades in the making, passed down from generation to generation, crafting the perfect hostile take over. I had never intended to fall for a girl. My focus was the mission. Overthrow the humans rule one of the zombie hordes as king. It was what I had spent years building towards. Then I met Lacy with her medium length mocha brown hair in layers with messy bangs, hazel eyes, a pretty face, a coca-cola body figure, and nice sized boobs. She was a book nerd but had a little edge to her style. Torn-up jeans, black shirts, black painted nails, and black canvas shoes. Lacey Thorne was the things my sex dreams were made of. Sweet, innocent, totally capable, with a slight edge to her.

Thorian chuckled in response, his amusement clear in his eyes, causing Rolf to roll his own eyes in mock exasperation. Thorian, never one to shy away from a challenge, responded with a hint of bravado. "Now, we all know that's a joke, because you won't survive a minute on a battleground with me," he boasted confidently. Rolf frowned, acknowledging the undeniable truth in Thorian's words. Thorian's strength, inherited from his lycan lineage, was unparalleled, and he was destined to become the next king, overshadowing his royal lineage.