Novel & Cerita Riley Thorn Book 5

I whispered to him. Thorn nodded in agreement before leaving. If things go well as planned by tomorrow, we'll have both Emily and Zayne out of our lives, and then getting rid of Rowan is very easy. After a few hours of waiting, I heard an urgent knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat, the sudden noise startled me. I opened it to see Thorn. “What happened, is it done?” I asked anxiously. The look Thorn wasn't encouraging. “No, sir. She was asleep when I entered and then she screamed out loud. If I stayed any longer, I might have gotten caught.”

He’d packed for cold and for running and for five days and if he’d spent slightly longer than necessary on it for no specific reason, that was his own business. The Bee’s Hive departure point had the energy of athletes treating a school trip like a competition they intended to win. Someone was already in a heated debate about window seats, and someone else had a speaker going and had been asked to turn it down twice, both times interpreting it as a volume suggestion rather than a request. Eli watched it all with his coffee till he heard his name. “Thorne.” He turned and found Lucien crossing the courtyard with a folder under his arm and he could tell he had a reason to be here, which was tec

In the fields all around her, she saw dozens of vampires training, sparring with bamboo swords, their click-clack heard from yards away. She suddenly had a pang of worry, as she wondered if Blake were among them. She was going to ask Lily, but was afraid to hear the answer. That was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now. As it was, her heart was still hurting over Caleb, wondering if she’d made the right decision to leave. Lily stopped before the door, and faced Caitlin. “Well, this is far as I go,” Lily said. Caitlin stepped up and gave her a hug. “Thank you,” Caitlin said. “For everything.”

“So once she knew there was an established connection, it just took a phone call, and Alden spilled his guts, not wanting to get on the wrong side of a Frost.” “And in doing so, he got on the wrong side of a Nikolaidis,” I growled. “Clay, you beat the guy up enough in high school. And while I get you wanting to go caveman, it will not help anything.” Makayla sighed. “True. We should focus our anger on the woman that gave birth to us.” Reese growled in agreement. “Your boyfriend and his sister are scary when they start growling like that,” Ofelia whispered.

All of it… over. It felt like a miracle. A real one. "Who… who are they?" I finally asked. "The Thorne Foundation? Why would they do this?" "I don't know!" Mrs. Byrne said, throwing her hands up. "The woman on the phone just said they 'like to help the community' and that 'someone told them about Havencrest. Maybe someone we helped? A long time ago? Someone who did well?" She hugged me tight. "It doesn't matter why, my dear. It just matters that it's here. God heard us."

I opened it to a random page. The handwriting was aggressive. Rian’s. The date was exactly nine years ago. The entry read: “…The control is failing again. The scent is overwhelming. I almost lost it on the 55th floor. I need it contained. Thorne Sr. always warned me about the first Change. The hunger. The feral need. She is the only thing that filters the noise. She must stay close. She is the anchor.” My breath seized. Thorne Sr.? Hunger?

“The Thorn. I saw it. I think it’s calling.” “I got the same vision,” Kael murmured. “Only mine ended with me bleeding out while it laughed.” The next morning, the High Council convened in the Circle of Stone what remained of it. Elders from the mountain clans, the southern packs, and the scattered remnants of the Hollowborn resistance gathered under gray skies. Lyra stood before them, voice sharp and unwavering. “There’s no time left for politics. The Rift has opened in four locations. And the Thorn, the only weapon capable of closing it, is somewhere in the Forgotten Vale.”

When rational herbalist Noah inherits his grandfather’s shop on the edge of the dark Blackwood forest, he expects a quiet life of cataloging rare flora,not monsters. But a routine foraging trip brings him face-to-face with Francis, the brooding Alpha of a declining werewolf pack. Intoxicated by Noah’s scent, Francis’s inner wolf immediately recognizes the stubborn human as his fated mate. Francis has sworn off mates to protect his territory, and Noah doesn't believe in fairy tales. But when a ruthless rogue attack destroys Noah's shop, he is forced into the protection of Francis’s secluded estate. Trapped in close quarters, their prickly friction quickly shifts into an undeniable, slow-bur

We had to meet him on the open field and end this before the full moon gave him even more power. I gathered the surviving warriors and what remained of the council near the largest surviving fire. Faces were drawn, eyes hollow with fatigue. Riven leaned on his blade. Lira had fresh cuts across her arms. Elara held the cracked moonstone close to her chest. Faye stood a few paces behind me with our daughter, her face pale but determined. I raised my voice so every wolf could hear. “Thorn is coming at dawn with everything he has left. We do not wait. We meet him on the open field before he reaches the inner camp. We take the fight to him and end this today.”

Arthur replied. “And I want Mavric Thorne to watch his own wife destroy him.” The Thorne family’s internal war had only just begun just as Liora felt she had won everything. END OF CHAPTER 49..