Princess Thorn Novels & Stories

Stepping over the pile of ash that was once my mother, I head around the desk and pick up my fathers phone. “Hello, councilman Fergus, it's Princess Lyra, we need your assistance. My father and mother chose to stop breathing and I am now in charge. Please make your way to the mansion” I hear him scoff and grumble before I hang up. I repeat this three more times to the higher ranking council members. By the time I have finished Demitri has returned and let me know that he has had some of the maids put drinks together in the lounge for everybody when they arrive.

Mara lifted her chin. She did not look fragile. She looked claimed by fate. The silver chain Cline had given her lay at her throat like a promise. He touched two fingers to his heart, then to hers, and stepped back half a pace so Thorn could begin. Thorn — King of the Dark Fae — opened his right hand. Pale green fire gathered in his palm, shimmering like liquid emeralds. Kira opened her left. Moonlight pooled there, molten silver and impossibly bright.

"Blake and Primrose said they would get piercings as a birthday present for me." Primrose is lying on Blake's bed, flipping through television channels. She shrugs. "It seemed easier than going to the mall to buy a gift." You might know Primrose Johnson as the Princess of Goth and all things supernatural. Many people adore her and hope to one day experience her cutting insults and deadly glares. Some even create video compilations of her epic eye rolls and her 'no bitch' face. And they wish they were part of her girl squad, which includes Molly Haynes, Avery Walsh, and Libby Stone.

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

Then the events of the serpentine queen and afterwards" I stand up "I was a hybrid!? The god must be enraged by all of Thorne's doing. Good! I hope he never breaks free and when I kill Thorne, he dies with him" Cass wraps he arms around me and smiles "There you are mi amor, who is Thorne?" I shake my head laughing "Prince Nathair"

It wasn't the Editor. It was a woman who looked exactly like a younger version of Meilin, but her eyes were the cold, calculating hazel of a Thorne. "My name is Christie Thorne," she said, her voice echoing through the new reality. "And I’ve come to collect the Royalty Fees for the 'Prince's' new world." The "Billionaire Romance" had truly ended. The "Dynasty War" had begun.

He pulled her closer, immersing himself in the faint sweetness of her hair and thinking about the potential danger if his family, especially his sister, met her. A knock on the door diverted his attention. Hugo tentatively spoke up, clearly afraid to intrude while his prince was with Leila. “My prince?” Thorn got up from Leila’s side and walked over to open the door. “My prince,” the dark knight nodded to him, signaling that he had information for Thorn’s ears only. Thorn closed the door behind him, making sure Leila wouldn’t hear. Hugo reported respectfully, “The princess is here. She’s been waiting.”

“What? What?” “I told you she is already famous. Anyone can find her. She is known as the Woolridge Princess, and the best bakery in Thornspire is her baby. People stand in line for her baked goods. The famous Rose Garden is named after her. I don’t think Darcy will ever go after her. Woolridge owns Thornspire. I have found that they pay a little to the Peona gang, but it’s like they are paying their servants, not the mafia. If anything happens to the Woolridge family, the people might revolt,” explained Liliana. “Woolridge princess, huh! Find everything about her, about her mother, about her father. Get me photographs and their DNA samples if possible. I need to know which Rose she is,” sai

I hissed. "You ruined my trousers," Thorne sneered. He yanked me closer to his chair and held my injured hand even tighter, crushing the broken bones together. I gritted my teeth. “I’ll buy you a new one.” “Oh, you still think you are the mighty princess, the King’s step-daughter, aren’t you?” Thorne let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. “Hate to break it to you but you are nothing now, just a filthy, despicable rogue who has betrayed this kingdom once. The King should chop your head off a long time ago!”

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.