Lily Among Thorns Novels & Stories

In the center stood a large, elevated altar draped in deep red satin. Lily was led down the stairs by Victoria and Cassandra, completely naked except for a delicate silver chain around her neck that bore the sorority’s rose emblem. Her heart hammered with a intoxicating mix of terror and overwhelming arousal. Every sister, all twenty of them waited in the chamber, dressed only in sheer black and red lingerie that left their perfect, pale bodies mostly exposed. Their eyes glowed brighter now, fangs fully extended, lips parted with hunger. Cassandra’s voice echoed softly through the room as she guided Lily to the center altar.

The forest was alive with whispers. The wind carried the scent of damp earth and wildflowers as Lillian Thorn knelt among the roots of an ancient oak tree, carefully gathering sprigs of lavender and yarrow. The herbalist, Old Miriam, had warned her never to linger after sunset, but Lillian had lost track of time.

The other figures closed in, overpowering her and rendering her defenseless. With a swift, calculated motion, one of the assailants rattled out a cloth soaked in a pungent chemical from their pocket. One of the men placed it against Lily's face, and her struggles weakened as the fumes took effect. Wolfsbane. As darkness closed in around her, Lily's vision blurred as her body grew limp in their clutches. “Nobody touches her!” The boss shouted when the work was done, the underlings carefully ensured that none of them would have touched Lily’s skin.

said Lily and Elena and unison. His black hair was moving in an alluring rhythm due to the cold evening breeze, which along with his strong chiseled face was a sight to see. His one hand went towards Topaz’s golden brown hair and he tuck a small strand of hair behind her ears. Meanwhile, Elena and Lily were busy in beating Ira to pulp. The wench tried to kill their friends in front of their own eyes. Thankfully, Mark came on time otherwise they might have lost her forever. Lily wore the gloves and then showed a chunk of vervain in Ira’s mouth and the inside of her mouth started bleeding. They chained her arms and legs.

Just outside the city gates, a patch of Lias Roses curled up towards the sky. They were beautiful. Elegant in their shape, something akin to a heart, and their colors changed depending on the emotion one felt when presenting them. Lias Roses could read the emotions of your heart through your Lias, but few people picked them. Their thorns were quite annoying, as once they pricked someone, the thorns grew larger, the size tripling for every little drop of blood on it. If one got stuck within a neck, the victim would die immediately. Silas appeared with a book in his hand, his hand cast out towards the bush.

“But you can’t just tie me up here in this warehouse either!” “And who said I will just tie you up?” Lily said coldly. “You being alive will spoil my plans of getting married to him. And even if I succeed, you being alive will make it impossible for me to live happily with him.” “So… so what?” Ivy asked, fear filling her eyes. Lily looked at her, smiled faintly, then walked to one corner of the warehouse. She pulled out a big bottle of petrol and removed a lighter from her bag before walking back toward Ivy.

she said calmly, “or be left behind in the ash of your delusions.” Thorne chuckled darkly. “You think you can walk into my home and demand loyalty?” Lily raised her palm. The magic in her blood flared. The snow melted at her feet. “I don’t demand,” she said. “I command.” The sky above cracked with lightning. And just like that, the rebellion began. Lily They came at dawn. I sensed them first—wolf minds brushing against mine like ice-laced claws. No strategy. No order. Just hunger. Thorne’s wolves were feral, drunk on twisted loyalty and ancient blood rituals.

"I'm fine. What's wrong?" A pause, pregnant with dread. "Gideon Thorne has been spotted near your shop." The blood drained from Lily's face. Her fingers tightened on the phone as if it were a lifeline. "Are you sure?" she whispered, though she already knew the answer. "Yes, earlier today. A reliable source confirmed it." "Shit," Lily breathed, then louder, "Fucking hell!" "Lilith Winters!" her mother admonished. "Language!" A hysterical laugh bubbled up in Lily's throat. "I'm sorry, but I think I'm allowed to swear when a hunter who's had it in for me for two centuries suddenly shows up again!"

Something I was definitely not going to butt into. "Would you please get off me, Shirley?" I cried out from under the petite lady who was almost the same size as me. This was to show how small I was. "Oh, I'm sorry, my bad," She apologized but was still shamelessly lying on me. "Shir...ley," I gritted my teeth in anger as I called out her name. I felt her shiver and the next second, she was off me, smiling foolishly at me with twinkling eyes.

When rational herbalist Noah inherits his grandfather’s shop on the edge of the dark Blackwood forest, he expects a quiet life of cataloging rare flora,not monsters. But a routine foraging trip brings him face-to-face with Francis, the brooding Alpha of a declining werewolf pack. Intoxicated by Noah’s scent, Francis’s inner wolf immediately recognizes the stubborn human as his fated mate. Francis has sworn off mates to protect his territory, and Noah doesn't believe in fairy tales. But when a ruthless rogue attack destroys Noah's shop, he is forced into the protection of Francis’s secluded estate. Trapped in close quarters, their prickly friction quickly shifts into an undeniable, slow-bur