Mina Thorne Novels & Stories

Leila checked the time on her wristwatch for the sixth time that morning. She moaned as she slumped against the car seat; it was nearly nine o'clock, the first period would have ended, and she would have already missed her Chemical techniques test. She used to be a straight-A student in junior year, but her grades began to slip as she entered senior year. Ms. Annabeth, the chemical techniques tutor, was the only teacher who seemed genuinely concerned about this and took the time to talk to her. She'd promised her that she'd work on herself and try harder to read, but now she'd not even been on time to take her test!

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

Thorne stood on the pier, watching his crew load the crates of explosives—mining charges stolen from the Iron Wastes. "The charges are primed," Thorne said as Tristan and Saoirse approached. "Five hundred pounds of Aether-gel. Enough to crack a mountain." Tristan nodded. He wore his coat, buttoned high to hide the marks on his chest. He looked tired, but the frantic vibration was gone. He looked centered. "Who is the Storm-Caller?" Saoirse asked. "Me," a voice said. A woman stepped forward. She was tall, with skin like polished obsidian and hair that floated around her head as if underwater. Her eyes were entirely white.

sat up, her eyes—the exact shade of cornflower blue that haunted Ethan’s dreams—focusing on him with a chilling, vacant clarity. "Who am I?" Thorne asked. "You are the Director," she replied, her voice a perfect echo of the recordings captured in Ethan's private files. "And I am the one who died in the fire at the Dartmouth lodge. I am the reason Ethan Hawke built a wall around his heart." "And why are you back?" "Because the fire didn't take me," she said, her expression softening into a practiced, heartbreaking vulnerability. "Because the Trident Group saved me. And because I need Ethan to give me the Van Dyne ring to pay for my 'freedom.'"

The water from the shower was still running and I could hear Thorne moving around in there, probably waiting for me to join him like I'd promised ten minutes ago. But I'd gotten distracted staring at my reflection, trying to recognize the woman looking back at me. Queen Luna of Silverthorne. Council member. Mate to the Alpha King. Pregnant with what Raven kept calling "the most powerful wolf pup in centuries." Sometimes I still expected to wake up back in Duskfall, scrubbing floors and being called worthless. "You planning to stand there all night?" Thorne's voice came from the shower, amused and rough in that way that made heat pool low in my belly.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

When the Cliff family realized that Mrs Wright used to be Mr Saxon's mother's best friend, there was a sigh of relief. Then the awkward atmosphere in the private room started to relax. Martha was drooling over the extremely handsome Storm, and her eyes were wide with admiration. When Storm was smiling, Martha felt weak at her knees. Martha had never felt like that when she met Thorne. Her mother looked at her and squeezed her hand gently. Martha smiled and lowered her eyes. She was smitten.

Kate lives an above-board life and needs to be the public face of her company, RoseThorn. Once upon a time, Katelyn and Ace's tough as tough-as-nails mother had been a ThornBride, one of our female crew members who use their beauty to distract while getting in close enough to take someone down. She was still ruling over the Brides when I joined. They called her Betsy Blue. Now, at over 50, she's simply Elizabeth Rose.