Princess Thorn Novels & Stories

Henry thought to himself and clenched his fist. Thales was eliminated so easily. The man didn’t even get time to decipher what was coming for him. The army of Alvar was ravaged to fossils in a day. It didn’t take him long to reach in the heart of the fort and find what he wanted since the beginning. The rose of Thales’s abandoned garden. In his joyous stance, he forgot about the thorns on its thick and juicy stem. The Princess was unguarded and unprotected, yet she managed to hurt him and escape from his monstrous army that raided every corner of her burning fort.

, She shouted and hugged Aurora tightly. "Oh My God! Char, you're strangling me." "Oops! Sorry." Her stomach grumbled. "Hunger!" "Let's bake those cookies." "Okay", she said and picked up her phone. "Aurora?" "Yes?", She said still mixing the dough. "Do you know The Crown Prince of Valtoria, Prince Zuerien?" "Who is that?", Aurora asked squeezing her nose. Charlotte face pamled herself. "Do you live in a cave?" "I think so."

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.

"I’m a botanist! I smell like dirt and tea leaves!" "You smell like Luna Silva," Francis corrected, closing the distance between them in two long strides. He stopped just inches from the counter, towering over Noah. The golden glow in his eyes was slowly receding, leaving behind a dark, tempestuous amber. "It’s on your hands. It’s in your clothes. It’s soaked into the floorboards of this place." Noah’s defensive posture faltered for a fraction of a second. "Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless."

Now he needed a sparring partner to let off steam, where was Jackson? Kathy took the flowers into the princess's room. When she saw that she was still sleeping, she heaved a sigh of relief. At least she had jumped a big hurdle today. She stood by the princess's bed and waited for her to wake up. When the princess opened her eyes and saw Kathy, she ignored her greetings and quickly ran to her window to open it. She saw Mason and Jackson practicing with their swords and could not help but fall more in love with Mason. She kept staring at him until he turned and smiled at her. Jackson saw that Mason and the princess were staring at each other so he went to the side and decided to rest.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

And I knew, aside from Mrs Carter and Bree, Princess talks to the little boy in Bree’s womb more than the women mentioned above. Finally, my eyes fell on her familiar head of snow white hair. My eyes focused on her, I watched as the girl beside her said something in her ear and Princess gave her a nod. I had seen this girl several times with her but never paid much attention to her before but now I took her in with narrowed eyes because her arm was around Princess and it appeared like she was helping her in walking. What the fuck?!

"I'm not a character in your sick fantasy!" The door suddenly unlocked. I jumped and spun around. A lady walked in. "Good evening miss," she said. Her voice was flat "What do you want?" I asked crossing my arms. "Master Thorne expects you for dinner at eight tonight." "Well Master Thorne can…" "The maid will come at seven to dress you," she continued ignoring me. "Do not be late." "Dress me? I can dress myself!" "It is a very important dinner. Important people will be here. Master Thorne expects you to be ready."

A few Lunas walked towards us after noticing Prince Rafael’s presence. “Hi, my name is Elara Thorn from the Ravenhall Pack of the East,” I looked at the girl, and her light brown eyes were shining with ambition. Her dark brown complexion and styled afro curls gave her a majestic vibe, but her intelligence was visible through every movement of her body language. Her pack was famous for ancient fighting techniques and hidden poisoning methods. “My name is Prince Rafael Dawson, My lady.” he kissed the back of her hand. She smiled and looked at us with a friendly smile.