Lunar Chronicles Thorne Novels & Stories

The whole place pulsed with readiness, like everyone was waiting for something to go wrong. They were led through a winding path into a circular stone lodge at the center. Alpha Thorne stood waiting. He was tall and lean, with burn scars down one side of his throat and a thick leather coat lined with fur. His eyes were pale green and sharp as ice. “Yannis,” he said, folding his arms. “You didn’t say you were bringing company.” “This is Landon. He’s not here for politics.” Thorne’s gaze flicked to Landon, then back to Yannis.

She gives me a look which completely understands where my mind went. Luna Eve is plating up the table and all 6 of us are sitting down eating a massive breakfast of pancakes, sausages, bacon, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes and toast. Eve sure knew how to make breakfast! I sit next to Willow and place my hand on her thigh to check she is ok. She looks up at me and smiles slightly. I take in her beautiful hazel eyes that have slight gold flakes to them. That’s odd, I’ve never noticed the gold before. She still looks a bit queasy and I’m hoping the food will bring her colour back to her face. We are almost all finished when Beta Thomas walks in for a morning report. He looks at Willow, who te

AURELIA'S P.O.V I'm roused from sleep by the sound of a bird chirping rather loudly from my windowsill. Slowly opening my eyes, I'm met with Thorne's broad chest in my face. Looking up, I notice he's still sound asleep. I take the opportunity to just look at him—creepy, I know. He looked so peaceful, like he had no worries. Now paying more attention to his features, I notice strands of gray hair on his head, mixed with his dark hair, although they were barely noticeable.

"The frost-fever must have taken his strength after the weekend. If your guards find his nest, tell the boy to keep to his furs until the next moon cycle." "My pack will track him," Thorne growled, turning on his heel and exiting back into the mountain air. "To the Sky Keep," Thorne ordered Rorik, his claws sliding out against the leather seating as the carriage lurched forward. The transport vault took half an hour to breach, and Thorne snarled at the slow-moving low-tier wagons blocking the pass before he rushed into the Moonlift Chamber. "Leo!" Thorne roared as the heavy iron grates of his penthouse expanded.

Thorne* I read it twice. M. Thorne. Marcus Thorne. The name was in the character list I'd been building in my head, the one populated with people who would eventually matter. Professor at Lunar Ridge. Connected to Aria's birth family. Had been searching for her. He was here. Already. In my first life I never knew he existed. He'd been a face in the faculty directory that I'd never had reason to look at. But here he was at week one, reaching out.

More precisely, onto the faint, unmistakable, angelic white glow seeping out along the edges of the thick sterile blanket in my arms. "Well, well," Thorne exhaled, a greedy, awestruck smile spreading across his face. "The First Moon. And she brought the prize right to us." Thorne raised his silver weapon, aiming it directly at my chest. "Stand down, Alpha. Or the mother and the glowing freak die right here in the snow."

He would find her an excuse to leave soon enough. However, when Cecilia complained of thirst mid-hike, Luke had everyone stop so he could fetch her favorite lemonade. Cecilia pouted at him, "Did you forget? I don't like cold drinks." "Don't let it go to waste though," she added, and Luke nodded. Without a second glance, he shoved the cup into Holly's hands. Holly gazed down at the frosty lemon juice that had suddenly been given to her. Her brain short-circuited for a second. She could not believe Luke had spaced on the fact that she was on her period and could not handle the tart, icy drink.

“On purpose?” “Twenty hunters or one witch,” Lilith said. “Easy math.” Through their bond, Tamara felt Kai reassess everything. Grief turned to guilt, into something else. “Five days left,” Marcus said, watching the moon set. Five days, traveling with someone marked by the enemy. The woman who could open a window to the Moon King, whenever she wants. The woman who almost died for love. In the distance, something howled. Not wolf. Not human. Not even animal.

Thorne’s voice called out. Jinyan struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on the wall. He looked at Panni, then at Grace. They were safe—for now—but the air in the house still felt wrong. It felt thin. He stumbled to the top of the stairs, looking down into the dark living room. Thorne was standing by the open front door, the moonlight silhouetting his slim frame. He was holding a small, glowing remote—a device that hadn't been affected by the EMP. "You think you won, don't you?" Thorne asked, his voice light, almost cheerful. "You grounded the surge. You saved the girls. The hero lives to fight another day."

"That's Professor Thorne's name." "I know. But it can't be the same person. That was fifty years ago." "Some wolves live a very long time, Luna. Especially powerful ones. Professor Thorne is over two hundred years old." My stomach drops. "So he could be the same Marcus Thorne who betrayed my grandmother?" "It's possible." "And he's been teaching here this whole time? Knowing what he did?" Ryder sets down the journal. "I don't know. But I think we need to find out."