Lunar Chronicles Thorne Novels & Stories

The knocking grew insistent and rude. At least it wasn’t a direct view of the counter from the front glass doors. Between the smell of sex, and divine pleasure, Leila had been distracted. Now as she stuffed her breasts into her bra, she was able to ascertain it was Sheriff Thorne by his scent. She really hated that man. He was certainly becoming a thorn in her side. Talk about the worst fucking timing in history! That man had better run if he ever crossed her path on the night of the full moon.

I just noticed that it had a little bump. Theo’s POV I wasn’t convinced that all hope wasn’t lost even when my beta said it, I didn't see any sense in what he said. The Luna of Moon Shine Pack and the Luna of Midnight Pack were both in the hands of people that could harm them or at most take their lives. The thought of it caused my heart rate to fasten. To make things even worse, our only source of information is gone with the help of my mate. Things were so messed up right now that I couldn’t think straight. I was so scared. I was scared because at this point anything can happen. He is dangerous and heartless, and Allison just gave him what he wanted on a platter of gold.

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.

It took the better part of an hour, the four of us largely silent while she read, before she finally looked up with an expression that told me I'd asked the right question. "There's a reference here," she said slowly, "to lunar timing. The original containment was sealed during what the old texts call the Hollow Moon — a specific alignment that occurs perhaps twice a decade. The records suggest breaches, similarly, are most vulnerable to expansion during that same alignment, when the boundary between what's contained and what isn't grows naturally thinner." "When is the next Hollow Moon," Kade asked. Selene's expression grew grave as she calculated. "Twelve days. If Thorne's fragment is prep

And more importantly, everyone knows that the Lorekeeper cannot be contended with when it comes to dictating how the Moon Goddess has aligned the pack structure from historical records. “Very well, then.” He finally hisses, his eyes narrow, his knuckles white. I turn to Thorne’s body. “He still has life in him. I think the physicians should be called, unless he might die.” I smile at the rest of the still, silent, shocked council. “Shall we begin?”

"But it’s like there's fog covering it. I can't even see the SUV. I thought I was finally getting control over it, yet now I need my silly ability, I got nothing. "Then stop looking with your head and start looking with your gut," Thorne said. He stepped closer, his scent, damp earth and old stone filling my senses. "You're a Luna, Liora. Even without a pack, you have the instinct. Trust it." I looked at him, really looked at him, and for a second, the fear subsided. "I'm glad you're here, Thorne." I headed back upstairs and I went to check on Finn one last time, he was sharing a room with Theo. When I came in, he was sprawled across his bed, his breathing deep and even, but as I adjusted hi

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead. But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be. And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back. I remember the night everything began to fall apart. I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.

“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.”

Above them, the inverted pulse-weapon lattice lay in ruin—its broken disks casting prismatic light across fallen banners. Vera Moonlock stood at the edge of the execution ring’s parapet, the obsidian fang at her waist still warm from the crown’s final surge. Beside her, Lucien Thornehart flexed his claws, chains—now symbols of victory rather than restraint—dangling from his gauntlets. Together, they surveyed the battlefield: insurgent archers on the ramparts, salvage crews dismantling dampener arrays, and Orion’s aqueduct team emerging from a splintered gate to greet cheering scouts.

Elvanya's POV Five days before the blood moon and the palace felt too quiet. Kael had arrested Thorne two days ago after Lira's guard reported everything he'd heard at the watchtower. Now Thorne was locked in the highest tower with ten guards watching him day and night but everyone knew his followers were still out there planning and waiting. I stood in front of the mirror in my chambers and stared at the dress Lira had brought me this morning. It was silver like moonlight and more beautiful than anything I'd ever worn.