Princess Thorn Novels & Stories

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.

A deep breath steadied her as she swiped to answer. “Who is this?” she demanded, keeping her voice calm but firm. “Is this Elara Thornfield?” a deep, gravelly voice queried, sending chills racing through her. “Who’s asking?” she replied, her heart pounding in rhythm with the unsettling cadence of the voice on the other end. “The daughter of the Thornfield family. The real chairwoman of the corporation.” She froze, his words slicing through the air like a blade. Only a select few knew her true identity. Tessa, her trusted aide, was the public face of Thornfield Corporation, allowing Elara to operate from the shadows. Yet this stranger knew everything.

After all, not only did she have the Protector of the Blood Shark Manor, she also had many supreme treasures. She was the apple of the Blood Thorn King's eye. The treasures she carried with her were more than ten times that of ordinary nobles. It was almost impossible to kill her. Even if it was a great calamity for Supreme Master Realms, it was still extremely difficult to injure her even a bit. Under the consumption of so many treasures, Princess of Blood Thorn's aura kept soaring. Finally, she took a deep breath and crossed the last hurdle. "Supreme Master Realm!" Princess of Blood Thorn roared, undergoing a transformation. At this moment, she officially stepped into the first level Supre

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.

The room fell into a deathly silence. ​She stood up, her midnight-black dress catching the light. "I welcome you all to the Obsidian Citadel," she began, her voice steady and regal. "I know many of you have spent the last few days whispering about the 'lost princess.' You look at me and see a girl who was hidden, perhaps even broken." She paused, her silver eyes scanning the room. "But I am a Thorne. I am Obsidian. And I am home." ​Just as a murmur of respect began to ripple through the crowd, a commotion erupted at the grand entrance.

She said and for minutes, there was this deafening silence from the inside of the room that stretched for hours. That silence was suffocating, scary, and it screamed for me to take to my heel, but I couldn't move. It seemed more like my body had a mind of its own— It wanted me to stay until the end irrespective of how it would break me and what it would cost me in the end. This had to be a nightmare. Suddenly, Thorne’s croaked voice broke through the silence. “What…what…what…” “Your beloved mate, Freya, is the Lycan Princess. She is the daughter of the same man who had killed your family, and she is currently carrying your babies. Your father-in-law is the same man who you hate so much” Her

And beneath that, the bindings. ​I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, steeling myself, then reached around to my back, finding the knot. It was tied tight, ruthlessly tight. I had done it myself this morning, knowing the drills would be brutal, knowing I couldn't afford a single slip, a single odd contour in the heavy academy uniform. It had to be perfect. Tarni, the untouchable top cadet, didn't have curves. Tarni didn't have weaknesses. ​My fingers caught the edge of the thick canvas strip, and I began to unwind it.

The mansion's grandeur loomed even larger in the twilight, imposing and intimidating. Just as we were about to enter, Tyler paused, retrieving an elegant box from his pocket. He revealed a stunning diamond ring, leaving me in shock. "Tyler, what's this?" I stammered. Tyler grinned and urged me to put it on. "It's in the contract, Madison, and I'll give you a copy to review later." With trembling hands, I let him slide the ring onto my finger, its sparkle catching the ambient light. The ring symbolized our connection, a stark reminder of the life I was stepping into.

Silas chipped in. The air left my lungs. My knees almost buckled. Every word they spoke was a dagger carving up the lie I called love. I'm Melissa Thornhart, twenty-two years old, the Princess of The Eclipse Pack of the North—the biggest pack in North America. My father, The Alpha Apex Lawrence is the most powerful Alpha king in the world.