Prince Of Thorns Novels & Stories

I say I flick my wrist and the first blad hist his thigh, he flinches but smirks as he pulls the blade from his leg and drops it to the floor. “That's all you got, Princess?” He laughs, still stalking towards me. I spot one of my guns about a metre away from us but I already know it needs to be reloaded. Clearly catching onto my train of thought he kicks the gun further away, ass hole. Fuck it; getting to my feet in a spit second I lunge myself at him. He catches me midair, smirking at me as his hold on my throat tightens, clearly feeling trumphent he smirks.

It's been months since I first walked into this school and I still haven't gotten used to how wide the corridors are. My previous school was a small building with no hall lockers and we had to take our bags in for classes daily and have them arranged into the assigned compartments in the shelf at the back of the class, but here at Brixden, each student have full length lockers to store books and whatever they deem fit. A look into a person's locker would immediately tell you which kind of person they are (Alexa and her glam minions have theirs decorated with pink glitters, fairy lights and cut out pictures of their favourite BTS singer) Too fake if you ask me, but then no one really cares he

Thunk! A sharp, bruising impact slammed into my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts. My head snapped up to see a blonde-haired maid, her lips curled into a contemptuous smirk. She offered no apology, simply swept past, her disdain a palpable wave. Nothing changes in this place, I mused, a familiar resignation settling over me. Shoving aside the sting of the insult, I pressed on until I reached the colossal oak doors of the dining hall, flanked by two impassive knights, their armor gleaming under the light. "Announcing Crown Princess Thalia!" a thundering voice boomed from within, the sound vibrating through the thick wall. With a synchronized movement, the knights heaved the doors inward.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

My eyes went wide open. “Does the Media or Press know about this?”I ask, frowning my brows. Usually the change of CEO could affect the company reputation. Especially when the new CEO is going to be Adrian Hawthorne. I’ve read about him in the news a couple of times and as a HR i must know what is going on around Gilded Royale and that includes Adrian Hawthorne.

Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.” “Pleasure miss, my pa is about to compete in the sword play. We just moved here from Wales, my name is Percival but everyone just calls me Percy.” Shaking his hand as her da taught her to, not too firm but not soft and flimsy either… she caught herself gazing into his gorgeous eyes, they were the brightest blue she’d ever seen, and her ma’s eyes were pretty spectacularly blue as well. Then the spell was broken with the clanging of metal and the entertainment had begun.

And I still felt unprepared. The carriage rumbled up the mountain pass like it was trying to shake me loose. I pulled the velvet curtain back and stared out at the jagged, frostbitten peaks of the Oathbound Range. The sun had already dipped behind the highest ridge, casting long shadows across the snow-dusted road. Castle Thorne loomed ahead—tall, skeletal, and utterly uninviting. Like something drawn from the nightmares of children who’d grown up on war stories and ghost songs. But I wasn’t a child.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

He wiggles his eyebrows making Eli laugh out loud breaking the tension from their earlier conversation. When they reach the front porch, the Royal Guards hold everyone back while they walk up the steps to the front of the entryway. The huge ballroom doors are open as they walk up to the announcer. He blows the horn and waits for everyone to quiet down. Elijah looks around the room and spots Corbin in the back in a beautiful bluish green dress that makes her hazel eyes glow. Aragorn gets antsy in his mind as he hears the announcer. “Our Alpha King Tobias and Prince Elijah Granger of the Werewolf Kingdom and Witch Kingdom.”