Lunar Chronicles Thorne Novels & Stories

She was awake now, wailing, silver hair standing up around her head like static. “Moon’s true daughter,” he whispered, reverent and terrified at the same time. “300 years. And you’re even more than the records said.” Roric got between him and the bassinet, sword up. “Step back, Magister. Or die.” Thorne didn’t even break stride. He flicked his fingers. Roric went flying across the room and slammed into the wall hard enough to crack stone. He didn’t get back up. The two healers screamed and ran.

Its obsidian teeth pulsed with a sickly indigo light that tasted of acidic ore and ancient rot. The harvest. I didn’t just plant the crop; I provided the ink for the scythe. My lungs seized. Every breath was a struggle against a throat filled with the phantom shards of five years of silence. I stepped forward, my boots skidding on the frost-slick stone, trying to shield Leo. The lasers simply climbed my white blazer, settling over my heart with a clinical, predatory indifference. Thorne stood at the center of his executioners, his white robes looking like funeral shrouds against the dark red glow of the abyss. He smiled, revealing rotting gums and a map of ancient greed.

The Return Vessel hummed with a frantic, desperate energy. Inside the command center, Meilin stood before the flickering screen, her eyes locked onto the recorded image of Leo Thorne. The name felt like a brand on her soul—hot, painful, and permanent. "Meilin! Can you hear me?" The London Leo’s voice was breaking through the static of the Prime Terminal. Behind him, the London flat was shaking, the peeling wallpaper finally giving way to reveal a substrate of glowing, obsidian circuits. "The Loom-Hunters are using the 'Thorne-Vance Resonance' as a tether! They aren't just coming for the valley; they're coming to harvest the Original Blueprint!"

Killian hissed, his claws digging into Thorne’s chest. Thorne laughed—a dry, hacking sound. "Because if you kill me, you'll never find the Altar of the First Moon. And if you don't find it, your mate isn't going to be your mate for much longer. She's going to be a shell, Killian. A pretty little doll for the First Mother to play with." I stepped into the light of the candle, my heart racing. "What do you know about the awakening, Thorne?" Thorne’s eyes shifted to mine. For a moment, the old Thorne—the arrogant, beautiful boy I had once loved—flickered in his gaze. But it was quickly replaced by a look of profound pity.

I said, trying to focus on the marriage records to keep my mind off the cold feeling in my chest. ​"Perhaps, but darkness can only hide the light for so long before the pressure becomes too much, and I think that mark on your shoulder is the first crack in the seal," Thorne replied. Then he went back to his work, leaving me to wonder if I was a vessel for something far more dangerous than just a missing wolf. ​Adrian POV

"The solar cycle is not supposed to happen for another ten years. This is impossible." "Forced " Kaelen whispered, a bubble of blood forming on his lips. "Thorne did not just kill the Guardian. He took the essence. They used the lines in the Mystic Forest to move the moon in front of the sun. Elara, the Council is being destroyed." Across the terrace was Alpha Thorne. He was walking towards them. The black doors behind him were covered in a green light. Every step he took left a mark of rot on the clean marble floor.

“Mr. Thorn, we need to understand why you believe it is Dan. If you are correct and we can track him down, then we might just find Leila.” “So, you have no leads basically.” I stood up and paced in frustration. “Mr. Thorn, I understand your frustration, but I need you to believe me, this is going to help us find Leila. But I cannot do this without your help.” I sat for another hour giving him all the details from our past and everything I knew about Dan and the Smithe family. When I arrived home, I was exhausted physically and emotionally. My parents had gone home but Elio had taken up camp in my living room. I walked into the bedroom and felt a hole inside me knowing Leila was not there and

One of Rosie’s guards strode in, chest heaving, his cloak stained with dust and blood. “Alpha,” he said, bowing to her, ignoring me entirely. “A rider has arrived from Thorns. A messenger. Urgent seal.” Rosie stood at once. “Where?” “In the courtyard, my lady.” She turned to me. “You’ll forgive me, Alpha Emily. But if you don’t mind—” “Of course,” I said, rising with her. “I’ll accompany you.” Together, we crossed the courtyard, the night air thick with frost and suspicion. A rider knelt beside the fountain, clutching a scroll sealed in black wax—Rosie’s seal.

I pictured those same tits in my hands, her body twisting and moaning while I slapped them until they bounced and turned red. “Mother, what is going on?” Darius asked, snapping me out of the filthy haze. “Haven’t you noticed something strange about your city Luna?” He frowned, glancing between me and his mother. “What is strange?” “She has no scent,” his mother said. “I noticed it yesterday. She is fooling you.” Darius turned to me, “I noticed that too, Lyra. Why don’t you have a scent?” Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

Thorne met us personally at the Bear Lands' border, his expression carrying genuine gravity that immediately confirmed whatever prompted his urgent request wasn't a simple, minor concern. "Thank you for coming so quickly," he said, embracing Gina carefully given Selene's presence before turning to properly acknowledge the rest of our party. "What's happened?" Gina asked immediately, understanding didn't allow for extended pleasantries. "Old Brenna discovered something," Thorne said. "Three days ago, during her regular meditation near our territory's oldest standing stones. A vision, though considerably clearer and more specific than her usual, general prophetic impressions." "About Selene sp