The Thorn That Pierce Me Novels & Stories

The thorns seemed to pulsate with a dark energy, as if they were alive, waiting to ensnare their next victim. The thorns were a warning to any who entered the dungeon - a warning that this was a place of pain and suffering, a place where only the strongest could survive. Bree shivered as she looked around the dungeon, feeling a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that she was in for a long and brutal punishment, and that the thorns would be her constant companions throughout her time in the dungeon.

Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open.

Samaira looked at the man looking as fresh as the first dew drop “Hmm,” “Who was the woman you slept with last night?,” A thorn is a thorn that pierces your heart, No matter if it is made of wood or satin.. All Hearts!!

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.

Then I see it The whip. Before my eyes it was laced with wolfsbane. I begin to shake. My knees buckle. The scent alone is enough to make my stomach turn. Thorne steps forward, whip in hand, expression unreadable. “This,” he says, his voice ringing out for all to hear, “is what happens to those who defy me.” The first lash slices through the air and lands on my back. The pain is indescribable. It sears through me like fire, burning straight to my soul.

He'd promised her she would be his only one, yet he'd kept her in the dark after falling for someone else. Looking down at the hairpin, Fiona's heart no longer ached as it had done the first time she'd discovered the truth. Her heart felt like it had already gone numb from the pain. After appraising it for long enough, she silently tucked it back into Michael's sleeve and lay down. Just then, a clap of thunder cracked outside the window. The sound made Michael, who was still asleep, instinctively turn and wrap an arm around Fiona. He murmured soothingly, "Don't be scared, Fi. I'm here…"

I hold him, stroking his hair all the way down. But then I feel something on his back. Something small and hard an sharp. I hug him tighter, searching for the strange are on his back where I touched the thing. At first I was willing to bet that I was just imagining things. But then I see something small and black and pointy poking right out of Roman's skin. A thorn. A thorn that looks similar to the ones from the vine, the very thing that wounded him.

I held on the end of the long green thorn, fear delaying the process. Hunter's pallid physiognomy surfaced in my mind. That time every second counted, and I couldn't waste any. Shutting my eyes tight I gave a yank, a loud wail soaring my throat as blood oozed out. Throwing the devil thorn off in the distance I leaped back to my feet only to fall back on my bum, the sharp pain intensifying.

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace

But she knew one thing for sure: The heart beneath the thorn was bleeding. And this was only the beginning.