Queen Thorn Wof Novels & Stories

"I settled a debt and claimed my mate. There is a difference." The elders exchanged a look. Thorne leaned forward, his gaze landing on me like a physical weight. I felt the invisible pressure of his Alpha aura trying to pry into my mind, trying to find the wolf that wasn't there. I didn't flinch. I stared back, keeping my expression as cold and unreadable as the ice outside. I am a Queen, I told myself. I am the bride of the Scarred King. I am not a dud. "She is small," Thorne remarked, his lip curling. "And her scent is... muted. Tell me, girl, does the Silver Moon produce such quiet wolves, or are you just shy in the presence of your betters?"

It did not reach my eyes. Perfect. He had saved me the trouble of hunting him down. “Good,” I said, my voice deathly quiet. “Bring them to the council chamber. Now.” The game was over. All the pretend business partner nonsense was finished. He had walked right into the den of the wolf whose mate he murdered in another lifetime. Today, Julius Thorne was going to learn what happens when you threaten a King’s Queen. Not in some past life. In this one.

He started the engine, and soon we hit the road. ___________ SILVERBANE PACK On the elevated platform of a throne hall where the throne of the Lycan King sat, at the head of the seat, was his name written boldly: Alpha Thorne. The throne was made of silver thorns, the one weapon capable of penetrating through a Lycan's skin. Alpha Thorne had mastered the pain through the years untill his body grew a resistance to it. It was a sign of intimidation to all who saw him.

Jacob held firm. Then Thorn twisted his body. Something glinted in his paw. A hidden dagger coated in thick dark wolfbane. He drove it deep into Jacob’s side. Jacob yelped sharply. Pain flashed in his eyes. The poison burned through him fast. His wolf form collapsed. He shifted back to human skin slick with blood. He dropped to one knee. Breathing ragged. The dagger stuck out of his side. Blood poured down his ribs. Thorn rose slowly. He grinned through bloodied teeth. “Only a life willingly given can cure wolfbane. Who’s offering?”

“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 raised her sword. “Bow or burn.” I smiled. “Neither.” The thorned crown still bled me. I placed it on the altar. “I don’t need thrones. I need truth.” But the truth is sharp, too. Behind me, Vaeron whispered: “She gave you a war. You gave her silence. Let’s see who breaks first.” The rogues gathered in secret; mothers, outcasts, wolves who fled Luna laws. “We don’t want a new queen,” one said.

April struggled to get to her feet, and Raeann belatedly realized that the Desdayos Queen was heavily pregnant. "Adrastus wants a big family," April murmured by way of explanation. She cocked her head and then smiled, "If you don't want to be chased down by Thorn, you'd better come inside. He's just transformed." Raeann needed no further urging, and she scurried behind the Dragon Queen, eager to get out of sight. If he thought she would make it easy for him, Thorn didn't know her at all.

“The Hollowed, the real ones they’ve been waiting, hiding beneath the layers. The Prophetess wasn’t the end.” Kael knelt by him. “What are you talking about? We destroyed the Hollowed’s core.” Thorne grabbed his arm, nails digging in. “That was only one cult. The outer ring. The true believers those who speak the Dreamer’s name in sleep they never left. They’re using the Rift tears as sanctuaries. And one of them… one of them has found the Thorn.” Aria’s blood turned to ice. “The Thorn?” she whispered. Thorne’s gaze locked on hers, suddenly lucid. “The only thing that can pierce the Dreamer’s veil. The only weapon that can kill what isn’t meant to die.”

And Luke, her ever-faithful sidekick, wouldn't want to see his queen upset. 'He's here to wreck my happy life, isn't he?' Holly fumed inwardly. Just as Holly was about to explode with frustration and hurt, she caught a whiff of a scent she knew well. Yoel wrapped his arms around her from behind. Comforted by his safe embrace, Holly's stormy heart found peace. Yoel's gaze sharpened as he looked at Luke. When their eyes clashed, the air suddenly crackled with tension. "Since you've made the trip, we've got to show you some hospitality," Yoel said, his voice calm as ever.

We will send them away from the Scorpione family fortress, we will secure the whole place with our men and if Leo shows up here, he will be put down by us. He might be the scar faced shooter with little to no record of missing his shots, but he cant fight all of us single handedly, and if he chooses to start a war with the support of those that are still loyal to him, they wouldn’t have enough amulets to face us, we have the most deadly weapon in the country and we just need time to set it up.