Riley Thorn Series Novels & Stories

My back pressed to it, the lunch bag barely a shield between us. “You always did like breaking the rules,” he murmured, dangerously close to me. “Coming here when you should be safe… pretty reckless.” Thorne has been stalking me, following me whenever I leave the House or dropping intense letters in my window or at odd places, everyday. He always leaves it with a blood rose. That's psychotic if you ask me. “Stop,” I spat, voice shaking. “Get away from me. I… I’ll get a restraining order if I have to.”

The heavy iron gates of Blackthorn Academy slammed shut behind her with a sound that felt final. Riley Voss stood in the middle of the gravel driveway, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, jaw tight with pure defiance. Nineteen years old, pierced tongue, cropped black hair with silver streaks, and a reputation for breaking every rule her last three schools could throw at her. This time her wealthy stepmother had finally snapped and shipped her off to the most exclusive, most secretive all-girls finishing academy in the country.

He burst into my rooms without knocking, king using father’s door and stopped on the threshold like a man who has found a map that refuses to mark the road he took. I was in bed. Hair braided with the dull brown ribbon, covers to my collarbone, breath slow with the sleep I had rehearsed. I blinked at him, soft and offended by light, a girl who had never met a hinge. “Riley,” he said, the name flat with accusation, not relief. “There has been...” “Noise,” I murmured, rubbing my eyes. My gaze drifted, too casual, past him to the window that would not open, the hearth where bath oil had dried, the rug whose corners remembered a tide. “Did the bells quarrel with the hour again?”

Ava wiggled out from Thorn, Eli's wolf, and stretched herself awake. Their wolves played like puppies last night, and it felt so good not to have any worries. However, she couldn't help but feel there would be repercussions from last night's revelations. "Come back and keep me warm," Thorn said through their mindlink. "We have to get back. There are some things Riley would like to take care of before we leave." "Fine, but the next two weeks, you're all mine," Thorn said with a hint of a promise.

two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing. As we scrambled through the backyard, the cream lace—my wedding dress—snagged on a jagged thicket of thorns. I didn't stop. I pulled with everything I had, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing like a scream in the quiet of the old man's backyard. A long, jagged strip stayed behind, dancing on the thorns like a ghost. I didn't know why, but the sound felt like an omen. The 'legal shield' hadn't even lasted an hour before it was torn to shreds." As we hit the main road, the briefcase felt like a lead weight between us. We weren't just running for our lives anymore. We were running with the only evidence that could take the enemies dow

By the time I came back to my senses, we were behind a hut in a dark alley that looked void of life and Human. I was about turning back when I heard voices. This time, it wasn't only me because I heard Shirley gasp and as fast as I could, I covered her mouth. Slowly and stealthily, I walked towards the sharp. edge of the hut, wanting to see what made that noise. The first thing I saw was a gun pointed at a dead and bloodied body. I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me.

One of Rosie’s guards strode in, chest heaving, his cloak stained with dust and blood. “Alpha,” he said, bowing to her, ignoring me entirely. “A rider has arrived from Thorns. A messenger. Urgent seal.” Rosie stood at once. “Where?” “In the courtyard, my lady.” She turned to me. “You’ll forgive me, Alpha Emily. But if you don’t mind—” “Of course,” I said, rising with her. “I’ll accompany you.” Together, we crossed the courtyard, the night air thick with frost and suspicion. A rider knelt beside the fountain, clutching a scroll sealed in black wax—Rosie’s seal.

Riley's POV The wind whipped around me, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of fear that hung in the air. HornSide. We were on the outskirts, hidden amongst the dense foliage, the outlanders’ camp visible in the distance. A sprawling settlement, teeming with activity, a stark reminder of the threat we faced. My enhanced senses picked up the low hum of their technology, a constant, unsettling background noise. I could almost taste the tension, the fear, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

" Declan climbed into the passenger seat, and Levi started to drive. I could see that his shirt sleeve was torn, and the blood was running down his arm. "What the hell happened in there Declan?", I yell, trying to get answers. "We need to get Riley home, NOW."

the morning I left the hotel: “I just fucked a stranger so hard I forgot my own name. Send help.” Lol. She answered on the first ring. “Thorne. Finally.” “I need a favor.” “Anything.” “I need… touch. Without expectations. Without running.” A pause. Then her voice softened. “Come over this weekend. I’ve got someone I trust. We’ll go slow. You set every boundary.” I arrived Saturday evening with shaking hands and a bottle of wine I didn’t plan to drink. Riley’s apartment was warm—candles, soft music, low lights. She hugged me tight, then introduced me to Simone.