Lily Among The Thorns Novels & Stories

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

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.

Lily rolled her eyes and spun around to face him. “Useless piece of shit,” she said. Then her hand moved and a line of blood appeared on his throat. My eyes widened as he mimicked his friend and clutched his throat. “Wha..” he gurgled, and she grinned. “Because now you are part of the plan,” she said and plunged her hand into his chest. She pulled his heart straight from his chest and he dropped to the floor still clutching his neck and with a gaping hole where his heart used to be. Lily turned back to me still holding the heart in her hand. I could see that the end of her figures had claws on them, and blood dripped down her arm. Her eyes zeroed in on me and she grinned. I would normally ha

Lily's face was drained of color. If Frederick really summoned those thugs, they would… The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She spat out, "Bastard, you'll pay for this!" With that, she bolted toward the far wall. Frederick watched her figure and felt puzzled. How had she gotten in? The entrance was guarded. Was she going to climb the wall like he had? He observed as Lily approached the wall. Could she scale it in those flip-flops? With every step, the sandals slapped against her feet, revealing her toes.

Lily was in the dark study once more, her fingers tracing the spines of old books, pretending to search for something casual. She had sneaked in the moment Brigs left for a late-night business meeting. She had precious little time. The desk. Brigs' massive oak desk rested like a throne of domination, its wood shining, its drawers closed up tight. Lily's hands hovered over the top drawer. Locked. As expected. She knelt down, pulling a tiny pin out of her hair, her fingers firm despite the rush of adrenaline. "Come on…," she whispered, turning the pin carefully.

Dora stirred within her. “We shouldn’t be alone, Lily.” “We’ve always been alone,” Lily whispered back. “We just didn’t know it.” The moon broke through the clouds as she reached a clearing. Before her lay a shimmering lake...... Silver Springs. It was eerily still. Lily stepped to the water’s edge, her breath catching. The surface reflected not just her image but a version of her cloaked in silver, a crown of thorns upon her head, and a crescent moon burned into her forehead.

Fragments of Lily, scattering like ash. Then—light. Not gentle. A conflagration. The Child. Aged, diminished, their starlight form blazing with desperate incandescence. They throw themselves between the thorn and the root. Not to fight. To burn. Their essence, hard-won, painfully condensed, ignites. A shield of pure, sacrificial fire. The Gardener shrieks, thorn recoiling from the searing brilliance. The Child’s light dims rapidly, visibly shrinking, aging centuries in seconds. "Hold…" their voice is a rasping ember in my mind. "Hold the anchor…"

I swallowed every defense. My parents. My brother. My fiancé. All stood by Lily. All wanted me to take her punishment. As Liam said: a mixed-blood descendant should pay for Lily’s sins. But was I not wronged? I had done nothing—yet overnight, the ones who “loved” me showed their claws. How could I not be? The carriage was warm. On the side table sat a bouquet of tulips. I recognized them immediately. Lily’s favorite. They couldn’t survive Silver Ridge’s winters without careful care.

My legs felt like jelly, but I pushed myself forward toward the small, glowing pond at the far end of the garden. And there they were. The Lunar Lilies. They were delicate, translucent flowers that seemed to be made of trapped starlight. They bloomed in the shallow water, their petals opening slowly to drink in the Blood Moon's fading light. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I grasped the stem of the largest flower. This was it. This was Toby’s life. As I pulled the flower from the water, a snap of a twig sounded behind me. I spun around, the lily clutched to my chest, my eyes wide with terror.