Princess Thorn Novels & Stories

“I’m just trying to help.” “I know.” Something shifted in his expression. “And that’s what makes you different from most royals.” He was close enough now that I could smell him—pine and smoke and something uniquely Thorne. “Most people born into privilege never see past it. They accept the way things are because changing them is uncomfortable. But you? You’ve been a princess for three days and you’re already fighting for the ones everyone else ignores.” Heat crept up my neck. “You’re making too big a deal out of this.”

That Prince Thorne would actually open the royal ball with me instead of the crown princess? "I understand," I said quietly. "Do you?" Isolde stepped closer, her voice dropping so only we sisters could hear. "Because I don't think you do. Prince Thorne Silvercliff is here to form an alliance with our kingdom through marriage to me. Whatever attention he's showing you is nothing but a diplomatic courtesy. You are nothing but a courtesy." The words cut deep, despite years of practice at withstanding her cruelty. "He'll dance with you because he feels sorry for you," Cassandra added with false sympathy. "The sad little princess without a wolf."

I was about to throw another jab when the air suddenly crackled with frost. A deafening roar shook the arena. The crowd screamed as a massive ice dragon tore through the clouds, its scales gleaming like frozen glass. It swooped down and released a breath of icy wind toward me. “Ah, great,” I muttered, diving to the side as shards of frost exploded across the ground. “Guess I hit a nerve.” The dragon landed heavily, shaking the earth. And there she was. Princess Lyre Thornveil, cloak flaring, standing tall on the creature’s back like she’d been born there. Her eyes blazed with the same frost that coated the dragon’s wings.

I didn’t mention Stefan and him rejecting me or being mates. “Different princess. She is Princess Diandra, and she is set to marry the king,” I explain, and he nods. “Well, something needs to be done.” Wayne goes to stand, but my hand stops him. “I hurt her in the places she hurt Mummy.” Thorin looks at him. “Mummy has no wolf; she knew that was why she hurt her.” I sigh, hearing Thorin. He’s good at reading people. “Well done for fighting back for your Mum Thorin.” Wayne smiles and shakes his hand.

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

A collective gasp of shock from the crowd has me chuckling, making me stop my footsteps as the moon light above illuminates me. “I am Crystallin Thorn, the Lost Princess protected by Morai, Goddess of destiny, and daughter of King Spirit and Goddess Luna.” My voice carries around the room, over the silent crowd. Declaring my true heritage brings the power of a royal to my blood and with a smile I pull out the moonstone necklace from inside my gown and put it on, the orb glowing.

The warm light from the lamps of the greenhouse and the fireflies that scattered everywhere when they abruptly disrupted the night were the things that Tori blamed for why her cheeks flushed as he carefully stared at the celebrant before him. Again, the actor of the second prince from the Thorny Crown Series did not do justice to the real deal. Even the novel’s description didn’t do justice either. A wavy brunette hair that looked so soft to the touch paired with unique golden eyes. Gosh, is he an angel? He will be the death of my vagina. Realizing that she’s been staring at him for quite a while now, Tori finally did a curtsy. “Blessings to the Empire’s star, the second prince.”

“She’s mine. I marked her neck, her tits, her thighs with my teeth. That womb is going to swell with my seed. Touch her without my permission and I’ll rip your fucking throat out and fuck her on your corpse.” Thorn the leaner, flirty stud with sharp features and a cocky dangerous grin. He stood between them rolling his eyes. He was the wildcard. Not as massively built as the other two, but still huge. There was a playful look in his eyes that made my stomach twist “Both of you sound like desperate dogs fighting over the same juicy bone,” Thorn drawled crossing his arms over his chest. “We all drew the card tonight. We all get to ruin the Crown princess. Fighting about who owns her is just wa

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

imee POV The first week was a breeze. The young fairy from the first night brought every meal to me. I learned his name was Thorn and that he was the eldest of his family. He was the prince of the eastern fairies while Rose was the princess of the northern fairies. He literally loved everything Rose did, the perfect match. Every day he would tell me a new story about his kingdom and family. He seemed so relieved to tell or connect with someone.