Rebecca Thorne Books Novels & Stories

"We have a family reunion to arrange, and a reckoning to deliver." As we left the basement, sealing that chamber of horrors behind us, I felt Diamond's fierce approval. The frightened girl who had once cowered before the Deltas was truly gone. In her place stood someone who would stop at nothing to protect what was hers, her mates, her pack, and the brother she'd never known she had. The Northern Alliance had created not one Blackthorne weapon, but two. And they were about to learn the terrible mistake they'd made.

BECCA’S POV The concrete was freezing, but in my head, I was running through a field of fire. I was back at the university gate, but everyone was holding funeral candles. I turned to run, but my feet were stuck in a thick, black sludge that smelled of filth and old blood. "You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!"

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

He would never invest time, money, or attention into a random orphaned girl without reason. “Did he ever take blood from you?” I asked bluntly. Jane recoiled slightly. “What? No!” “Hair?” Caleb added. “Personal items?” “I don’t think so.” Caleb stood and began pacing slowly. “Thorne has been digging into ancient bloodlines for years,” he said. “There were rumors he was looking for something connected to the Five Books of Life.” My eyes narrowed as Caleb mentioned the Five Books of Life. These books have caused the greatest damage in history. In fact, I'm a product of the damage.

The Lioness of Thorne If Mavric’s Thorne Manor was a representation of cold modern luxury, then the Thorne Ancestral Estate on the outskirts of London was a monument to arrogant ancient power. The Gothic-style structure stood firm with gray stone walls covered in what looked like withered vines. This was where the Thorne bloodline began, and this was where Beatrice Thorne the family’s shadow ruler awaited. Inside the car, Liora’s hands felt cold. Not because she was afraid, but because she knew the opponent she would face tonight was far more dangerous than the shallow Silas White or emotional Victoria.

As Rebecca recollected the events of the past few days, from her stay in the dark building at the Winston residence to her experiences in the mountains, she dared not dwell on them any further. It was like a never-ending nightmare, one that had nearly convinced her she would perish in the mountains, never to see her family again. Rebecca had no way of knowing how long she had been running, but her legs ached, and the cuts on her arms from thorns stung, prompting her to take a brief break while leaning against a tree. The spot where Rebecca stood was bathed in warm, comforting sunlight. One wild chestnut at the treetop burst open under the scorching sun, its thorny shell cracking to release s

The sun had barely begun to bleed through the heavy, charcoal-gray curtains of the Thorne estate when Scarlett started the meticulous process of counting her liquid assets. In the original novel, Scarlett Thorne was a woman of excessive luxury, but the new Scarlett knew better. Diamonds and designer bags were beautiful, but in the gritty underbelly of this city, they were as good as a GPS tracker. Every pawn shop and high-end boutique reported back to either the corrupt Thorne family or the lethal Lycan packs. If she wanted to disappear, she needed cash—untraceable, cold, and hard.

" Persephone stood up, tidied her sketchbook, and headed inside. "Ms. Hamerton, I'm a psychologist!" Rebecca hurriedly called out. "I can help you with this! As long as you follow my instructions, Mr. Orton will definitely tell you everything about his past! You also want to know about these things... don't you?"

The room was a maze of ancient artifacts and modern arsenal, shrouded in an aura of foreboding and dread. He walked up to his wife, his footsteps echoing through the room. Rebecca stood by the towerings bookshelves, crafted from dark wood. It stretched towards the ceiling, heavy with tomes bound in worn leather. She was engrossed in an ancient book, its leather-bound cover creaking as she flipped through its yellow pages. “How bad is it?” Arnold asked, his voice laced with concern, his eyes fixed intently on Rebecca. “Not bad enough to bother us.” Rebecca replied, her eyes scanning the pages of the book she held in her hand.

"Go tell Grandma that I've gotten Win to calm down. Today's episode won't repeat itself." … It was a lively evening at the Thorne residence. Hazel Thorne, the Thorne family's second daughter, had finally returned after completing her design studies in Yenera. She had chosen to build her career in Jeston and had no intention of leaving again. With their cherished daughter back home, the Thornes were alight with happiness. Charlie and his wife, Nancy Lopez, had prepared a lavish family dinner, while Blake had filled an entire room with luxurious gifts to welcome his beloved sister home.