Thaddeus Thawne Novels & Stories

Corvus was grateful. It was great to have Thaddeus, a veteran in the jewelry-making industry, to help him out. "That would be great. Ted, if you help me convince them, I promise I'll do everything in my power to find that Fyrewall bastard." Thaddeus felt a headache coming at the mention of Fyrewall. He had changed his phone and backed up all the useful and important things before deleting the other things on his old phone.

He simply waited until the sheer coldness in his gaze forced Miller to release his grip. "Your suspect," Vance said, his voice smooth and clinical, "is Officer Elias Thorne. He is a disgraced, violent bigot with a well-documented history of psychological instability and domestic battery. His 'Prophecy' is the psychotic break of a man who realized his career was over. His son and his friend are currently listed as missing, presumed casualties of Thorne’s own violence. That is the story your captain will brief to the press at 6:00 AM. It is the only story that will exist."

the man said with a cheeky grin. Barnett and I were not amused. “As for your first question, my name is Chuck Thaddeus. I’m a reporter. You might have heard of me.” Barnett snarled. “Yeah, I’ve heard of you,” he said. “Your articles and talk show have destroyed the lives of about a dozen celebrities.” “You’re too kind.” “What do you want with us?” I asked. “Oh, nothing,” Thaddeus said with a smirk, “just the perfect picture for tomorrow’s article. I think one of Barnett Cogsworth and Anna Leonard in an embrace will work very well.”

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Twenty Years Later Midnight in Manhattan belonged entirely to Leo Thorne. From the apex of the newly reinforced Thorne Tower, the twenty-five-year-old billionaire looked out over the glittering, rain-slicked city skyline. The world knew him as the Ice Prince. With Julian and Maya officially retired to the quiet, impenetrable paradise of Aegis, the crushing weight of Thorne Tech—a global empire built on secrets, code, and cold, hard steel—had fallen entirely onto Leo’s broad shoulders.

Only a few people know his name, and no one, except Selena, could calm him down before. "It doesn't matter. My name is Thaddeus; I come from a keeper bloodline that may be as ancient as yours." "You don't know shit, especially about my bloodline, old man," I laugh in his face. "I know more than you think. Even details about your bloodline and you, Kane." Thaddeus sits down and makes himself comfortable. I'd rather view him as another lunatic, but his status alone is impressive enough to let him talk. "You got my attention. You have five minutes; after that, I'm done."

His neatly trimmed black hair and cleanly shaven beard gave him the appearance of a true gentleman, radiating both elegance and humility, in my estimation. “Alpha Hawthorne, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake. I accepted his gesture as Sharma smiled, although her smile seemed tinged with pain. “I’m Lucas, and this is my fiancée,” he introduced, and I nodded in understanding. “It’s a pleasure meeting you too, Lucas,” I replied, my gaze fixed on him with a hint of indifference. While I harbored no ill feelings towards him and had no involvement in his life, I found it difficult to place my trust in those who offered respect solely due to my status.

"The boy standing here shares not a single drop of your weak, treacherous blood." Lucian looked directly into the cameras, his gaze piercing through the lenses of every phone in the room. "His name is Theo Thorne. He is the sole heir to the Thorne empire. And if you ever speak his name, or his mother’s name, again—I won't just ruin your company. I’ll ensure the name 'Williams' is erased from history."

used to pulse. He didn't move toward me. He stepped back, his hand dropping to the hilt of a heavy, rusted pulse-blade at his hip. This Dante didn't have "Void-Lead" claws. He didn't have obsidian wings. He was a scrapper—a man who lived by the blade in a world that had forgotten how to build gods. "You have the wrong man, lady," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Name’s Thorne. I run the salvage crews for the Republic. I don't know any 'Dante.' And I definitely don't know you."

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.