The Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

I wondered again, resuming my movement and groaning loudly again as things got even worse and the trees were so tightly together that I had to squeeze myself to pass in between them. I groaned frustratingly again, my throat aching, as a thorn grazed my arm, sharp enough to tear my skin even when I was putting on a long-sleeved shirt that was layered enough to even act as a bullet proof. But the stubborn thorn had found a way to my arms, adding more pains and frustration to my journey to the unknown land, sang by my intuition. The pain from the thorn began to grow even more excruciating, surprising me very much with how such a little thing could disturb me so much and cause such a great unres

It was gone. "What the...." I was shocked, and fear crept into me, "What are you both thinking?" I questioned them and began to move away from them. "Don't!" Elayne warned me. I was not ready to listen. I took a step backwards anyway, and I felt something piercing into my leg immediately. It was by the side. An excruciating pain hit me. It was sharp, and I realised the thorns were all poisonous. No wonder it was called the Garden of Pain.

Dorian POV The abyss didn’t have a floor. It was an endless, suffocating descent into thick, oily blackness that smelled of old blood and rusted iron. I was back there again. That dark place. Thorns, sharp as wolf fangs and coated in liquid silver, erupted from the shadows. They wrapped around my limbs and sank into my chest. They didn’t just tear at my skin. They tore through my spirit, dragging the worst parts of me to the surface. The rage. The hunger.

I bit my thumb and pressed it to the glass. Silver light roared up the case. The six thorns on my back flared white, then seven, the last igniting with a pain so sweet and so terrible I screamed. Behind me, Malek gasped. I heard it: a huge, shuddering, wonderful breath. The black veins dissolved. Vance sobbed his brother’s name. Torin let out a ragged laugh that was half a sob, and I felt the bond blaze back to life like a fire fed fresh air.

I thought of the way this impossible man’s eyes had dropped to my mouth and the way my body had answered like it already belonged to him. I took the knife and cut my thumb. The pain was bright and clean. Thorn pressed our bleeding thumbs together. A current snapped up my arm and settled behind my ribs like a second heartbeat. The scent of wet leaves and sweet storm flooded my senses. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

I made a mistake by bending down to remove it and my hand got stuck in the thorns as well I gave a loud heart piercing scream. Only the owls of the night responded by giving an angry hoot. My voice must have disturbed their night's rest. The moon was not fully out and I could barely see where I was going. All I know is that I must have gone half way through the thorn bed. This is just crazy, I can't go back now, it would be useless. “Just a few more steps.” I encouraged myself I cried as I forcefully raised my leg and still placed it on another thorn flower just to move forward.

With one swift, savage motion, Thorne severed Terry’s head from his torso before slowly turning our glowing green eyes toward the trembling, paralyzed pack of remaining enemies. “Who wants to taste your death in my hands?” Thorne's voice boomed like a death sentence echoing through the blood-soaked woods. The remaining rogues froze in place, paralyzed by pure terror. None of them dared to make a single sound or move a muscle, waiting for our next ruthless strike. But just as Thorne prepared to tear through the rest of them, a sudden, agonizing pang pierced straight through the deepest core of my chest. I gasped. The pain in my soul was infinitely worse than the claw marks carved into my arm—

He laughed sinisterly, making me shake in fear. “I… I… please let me go,” I pleaded, but my plea seemed to have gone on deaf ears because the next thing I saw was his foot aiming at my rib cage. I widened my eyes, as my body grew motionless, unable to avoid his feet. As soon as his feet collided with my rib cage, I spurted out blood while screaming in pain. In my hazy mind, I heard him laugh sinisterly and soon, I felt more of the pain on different parts of my body. I closed my eyes, thinking back to the beatings that were inflicted on me, both at my home and at school. If anything, this current beating was worse than both combined. I closed my eyes and felt like giving up. Just before I bla

But as Thorn’s laugh echoed through the cave, I knew it was too late. I kept my movements slow, my fingers sore from rubbing the ropes against the sharp rock. The pain was unbearable, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Every time I thought I might be close to breaking free, every time I tried to put more pressure on the ropes, the sharp pain from my wound pulled me back to reality. I could feel blood trickling down my side, soaking into my clothes, but I refused to give up. I couldn’t. Thorn’s mocking voice echoed through the cave, breaking through my thoughts. He paced again, each step measured, deliberate, like a predator waiting for its prey to slip.

*Thorn* The pain is a dull throb now, a background noise that blends with the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I’m slumped in the chair, my body a marionette with severed strings, barely hanging on to consciousness. I can feel the bruises blooming across my skin, each one a testament to their cruelty. I know they’ll keep coming, keep pushing, until I’m nothing but a broken shell. But I will keep fighting, and keep my mouth shut. I can handle pain, I am used to pain… probably more than anyone else realises.