Princess Thorn Novels & Stories

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

"Get out, Ada. You smell of deceit and corruption. I wouldn't touch you if you were the last woman on earth." ADA’S POV The rejection stung more than I expected, but it only sharpened my resolve to get him. If he wouldn't be softened by seduction, he would do so with threats. "You’re still thinking about her, aren't you?" I laughed, a dry, mocking sound that filled the room. Your innocent church girl. Your poor Queen.'" I pulled my phone from my pocket, the screen glowing like a demonic eye in the dark. "Let me show you what your Queen looks like now."

The runes pulsated brighter, urging her onward. Inside, dust floated lazily in beams of moonlight from open windows. Resting upon a worn wooden table, sat a crown of thorns, radiating terrible power. The thorns gleamed like obsidian. It was hers. Her heart clenched. To take it would be to claim a destiny of glory and the burden of ruin. Her hands trembled at her sides. Was this what she was meant to become? A faint rustle behind her stole her attention, and the breath fled from her lungs.

' "Luna Isabella, this is my brother, Prince Thorn of Desdayos, Thorn, this is Raeann's eldest sister." Thorn grinned, and despite being a mated woman, Bella wasn't blind, and Mazlyn scoffed as she all but swooned at those dimples, "Pleased to finally meet you," Thorn complimented, "Alpha Shadow is a lucky man." "Thank you," Bella replied gracefully. She had a fleeting thought that perhaps she should curtsy or something but decided against it in case she embarrassed herself. "Thorn and I have something we need to discuss with Raeann, and it can't wait. I hope I'm not being rude, but could we please speak with her privately? The topic is a little sensitive?"

Alden, Jax, Theron, and Rowan stepped out, forming a loose semicircle a few paces back. My brothers. My maybe‑mates. My war. “They sold an omega,” I thought again, fingers curling on the cold stone. “They’ll face a princess.” And not just any princess. One with a curse, a mark, and six wolves at her back who refused to call her property. Bloodthorn had drawn their line. We’d drawn ours. The horizon between them glowed, faint and dangerous, under the watchful eye of a moon that had seen worse and would see worse again.

You are currently on air. I opened my eyes. Their brightness produced bright purple light. I looked directly into the camera embedded in the terminal. I spoke to the wolves who inhabited the continent. My voice wasn't loud, but the Royal magic carried it with a commanding, undeniable weight. Elder Thorne told you I was an abomination. He told you my bloodline was a threat. He lied. I am Princess Selene of Moonfall, and I am alive. I paused, fighting through a wave of dizziness. Dante’s grip tightened. I pushed forward.

But his hand was shaking. He looked at me. He looked at the massive size of my wolf form. He looked at the violet light glowing in my eyes. "Royal blood," Thorne whispered. He sounded terrified. "The rumors were true." He looked at Leo. My son was still in his small white wolf form. He stood under the table and growled at the intruder. Thorne realized he had made a fatal miscalculation. He had come for a weak human woman and a hybrid pup. Instead he had found a Queen and her Prince.

“For all you know I could’ve broken it because I didn’t find you attractive.” “Ouch,” Zora threw back with a bit of amusement in her tone. “But I get it. Why you did it.” “Thanks, I guess,” Thorne grunted out before standing. He looked down and admired his handy work as Zora rolled her ankle tentatively. “Can you stand?” “Did you know it was Amara?” Zora said, completely ignoring Thorne’s question. “I had an inkling. She’s the only known Princess,” Thorne said beginning to grow annoyed. “Can you stand?”

“We must move the survivors inside Dawnspire. The field is lost—we can’t risk another ambush out here.” She nodded, though hesitation gripped her. Dawnspire was both a haven and a trap. If Thalric regrouped, its gates would become their cage. Before she could answer, a familiar voice cut through the din. “Eloria Thorne requests audience.” The words turned every head. The rival princess stood at the edge of the field, flanked by her personal guard. She was unscathed, her silver armor polished as though untouched by war. Her beauty was as sharp as her ambition, her presence carrying the weight of someone who had lost nothing, yet claimed everything.

The villainess. The plot of *The Prince's Rose* crashed over her. Prince Alexander, the golden-haired, stoic heir, destined to fall for Sophia Bellweather, the kind-hearted, orphaned daughter of a minor baron. And Lady Vivian? The Duke’s spoiled, ruthless daughter, obsessed with Alexander, engaged to him through political maneuvering. She would stop at nothing to eliminate Sophia – slander, sabotage, even attempted murder. Her actions would ultimately lead to her public disgrace, her engagement broken, her family ruined, and her exile to a desolate convent… before a mysterious, fatal "accident" befell her carriage on the journey. The readers had cheered at her downfall.