The Thorn That Pierce Me Novels & Stories

Isabella added. Everyone's attention was already on us and few people had their phones out recording the exchange. Ella turned to me “Leila, can we please just ignore these nitwits, they aren't worth our time”. What followed was a blur, but all I could feel was oil from the stew running down my face before hearing the sound of a palm striking a face. The pepper in the stew was stinging my eyes, and all I could think of was getting some water to wash it away.

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Ash tried again, voice rough. “She wouldn’t want to die alone in a realm that wants to consume her,” I snapped. “She wouldn’t want to think I abandoned her. She wouldn’t want to scream for me and hear nothing back.” Ash flinched. Thorn sighed. “He’s made his choice.” I turned to him. “Tell me what to do.” Thorn walked to the center of the clearing, kneeling. He carved a crescent into the soil with his nail. Then another. Then another. Twelve crescents forming a ring.

Pain burst through my ribs. Elizabeth and Mila attacked, blades flashing, but Thorne vanished into mist and reappeared behind them. His hand slashed down Mila screamed, staggering with blood streaming from her ribs. “No!” I roared, shoving off the wall. I didn’t stop to think. I grabbed the relic. Fire. It consumed me, my skin, my mind, my memories. I heard my mother singing. Saw Ellison’s smile. Watched Jareth die again. And then I screamed, pouring everything inside me into the dagger.

“We can’t fight an entire pack war unprepared!” And through it all,Kael didn’t move. He just stared at the ground for a second. Then slowly…Something changed in his expression, I saw the way he looked at thorne. “ Thorne, lift up your sleeves.” Then thorne sighed and did it, a dark mark spreading under his skin. Veins turning faintly black… Like something inside him was already eating him alive. A chill ran through me.“Thorne!” I called. He exhaled.“Poison,” he said simply.n“It’s a very toxic one,” he added. “Slow. But effective.”

-Karen- My knees throbbed with pain as I watched her take a few steps towards me. She had a twisted smile on her face as our gazes locked. “Acrid Shadow Thorns!” I was stabbed by a thorny spike that shot off a couple thorny branches through me in different directions. I yelled from the pain but that was only the beginning as I found out. She snapped her fingers and I felt searing pain race through me as I screamed louder from the pain. I writhed from the pain, falling against the ground while the chains tightened up against me. I cried out from the agony I felt all over. I could feel her eyes on me as I lay there panting trying to catch my breath. It hurts so badly! It was worse than demon’s

Thorns grew from the petals of roses around, forming a spiral shape. The air, husky and aggressive. Lana, clothed in white linen that stopped around her knees, barefoot walked the straight path to where she could see brightness. Jerked out of her trance, she whined in pain, reaching for her feet. They were bleeding, having been pricked countless times by the thorns on the path she wasn't conscious of.

But within that quietude, within the ominous stillness, my resolve stood unshaken, ready to exploit the chink in Thorne's armor the moment it dared show itself. A miscalculation-a graze along my forearm, the sting of it sharp and sudden. I could taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth before the scent of it filled my nostrils, a visceral reminder of the stakes we danced around. Each cut, every bruise, was more than mere flesh wound; it was a testament to the future we both fought so desperately to protect.

Then the thorn cut me, and the illusion shattered. "Damn you !" I called out. With anger and determination, I ran towards the clump of thorns, trying to squeeze my way through, to go back out. I don't want to do this, I don't want to be here. The thorns cut through my skin, the cut burning as hot silver seared into my veins. I hissed but didn't stop. I pushed through, feeling the vines tighten around me, squeezing me. I grabbed a fist full of vines and pulled angrily. My entire body was on fire, screaming at me to stop but I couldn't. The stench of blood mixed with burning flesh and flower filled the tight space, making my throat tighten.

A single drop of his blood had fallen onto my skin where my shirt had ridden up. The drop sank in like it belonged there. My scales ignited (white-hot, blinding). The girl laughed one last time and dissolved into smoke that slithered up through the cracks in the ceiling. The wards slammed back into place. Silence. Thorne rolled off me, breathing hard, staring at his hand like it had betrayed him. I sat up slowly. The place where his blood had touched me now bore a new mark: a tiny black crescent moon cradling a flame.