Riley Thorn Series Novels & Stories

The engine is still off, the street is also quiet but my mind isn't. Riley is probably asleep right now. Curled up in that big T-shirt she wears, bare legs and messy hair on the pillow, probably dreaming about her lover boy. I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles go white. One day I’m gonna loose all control and when I do, there won’t be any stepbrother rules left to save her.

**MY BLOOD WIZARD SYSTEM** **Book 1: Storm Academy Arc** **Interlude – New Blood, Old Flames** **Riley Kane & Thorne POV – August 2032 – Storm Academy Gates** The portal from Baton Rouge spits them out onto a cobblestone path lined with cherry trees that shouldn’t be blooming in August. Riley Kane steps through first—athletic build, copper-tinted skin with faint scale patterns catching light when she moves, dark hair tied back in a practical ponytail, golden dragon eyes scanning everything with quiet intensity. Duffel slung easy over one shoulder, the subtle heat of dragon-blood radiating like a low furnace. Thorne follows—tall and lean, pale skin with a faint crimson undertone, dark hair fa

I roll my eyes while I make sure I have all the books to return to the library. Riley is a bit of a player, always dating a different girl. Sometimes more than one at a time, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. The problem is, he has terrible taste. He always picks cute girls that want to get in his pants on a first date, but they’re always needy, clingy, and high maintenance. He doesn’t want to be tied down. That’s what he says, anyway. I think he just likes the attention. Grandma Jane says he’s going to make a good father someday. I don’t see it, but Grandma sees the good in everyone.

There was chaos but she couldn’t see what was going on, the only thing she could make out was that they were exchanging bullets out there. Elena was scared, who could be attacking the cops and why? Did she even have to ask that? She knew just who it would be; the Scorpione family, of course they had come for her. They wouldn’t just take chances with her, they must have come to end her before she makes it to court, maybe Leo feared that she would expose them. Elena’s heart began to beat really fast and hard, she was scared now and she wished things wouldn't end this way. The gunshots continued for a while and then suddenly, the back of the van opened and something was tossed in.

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

With my back against the countertop as I sat on the glass covered floor, I finally, take a look down to my shoulder and spot the large cut with oozed with blood, panic setting in as I looked around to find Riley but couldn’t see him. “Riley, are you okay?” I asked breathlessly trying to hold onto my shoulder in hopes of doing something, even though my hand was coated with blood in that second. “Yeah, I’m fine, Thompson was always shit at aiming and only gazed my leg.” Riley replied letting me know he was going to be okay while for myself on the other hand, I wasn’t too sure at the moment. “He stabbed me.” Was all I said feeling as though my eyes wanted to close as even more blood coated my h

Riley The high iron gates of the Thorne estate stood open just enough for a single man to pass through, and I pushed the frame wide while Fantine stepped past my shoulder, with Silas and twelve of his white-furred spearmen following right behind us on the stone driveway under the moonlight. We kept our boots light against the flat rocks, and as we reached the first guard post near the garden fence, two of Silas's men moved forward fast without making a single sound, grabbing the syndicate sentries by their collars and dragging them quietly into the bushes before either guard could raise a rifle or scream for help.

“What did he say?” “He said Sebastian recently began investigating the death of your former butler.” Adrian said opening a thin folder. I frowned. “What does that have to do with Riley?” “Sebastian discovered Riley is the daughter of Thompson your former butler.” Adrian opened the folder. “There were copies of old employment records, family records and photographs.” For a moment… Everything around me seemed to disappear. I collected the file from Adrian. Thompson. The man who had served my family for nearly two decades. The man whose loyalty had never once wavered. Riley had been his daughter… All this time.

“Whatever comes… we’ll face it.” Riley tilted her head, her smile enigmatic, deadly. “We’ll see.” And with that, she melted back into the shadows, leaving the faint metallic scent behind and the promise of chaos hanging heavy in the air. Avery stood frozen, Lydia writhing beneath her skin, Marcus’s hand tight around hers. The mansion felt alive now, every shadow a potential threat, every breath weighted with anticipation. Something ancient was stirring, something dark was circling, and Riley had just made it unmistakably clear: Avery was not safe.

She’d been through a thousand courtrooms and arbitration rooms tougher than this, but even she admitted this one mattered more. We’d arrived together—me, Lilac, and Reese—flanked by an intimidating row of Frost family backup: Clay, Reese’s twin brother, towering and broad-shouldered with that calm I-know-how-to-lift-a-house energy; and the triplets—Darius, Elijah, and Forrest—the epitome of the Frost bloodline with their blonde hair, blue-eyes, and perfectly photogenic looks, standing like a coordinated security detail. I’m their cousin, and I couldn’t tell you which was which at a glance; the shitsheads were dressed identically, no color coordination to proclaim who was who like when we wer