The Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

I couldn’t make out the words since they weren’t in English and I didn’t know any other languages, but whatever the language, there was a sad undertone to the song. I didn’t notice that I’d leaned forward onto the gate until I felt something pierce the skin of my finger and I let out a sharp gasp of pain. The song faded instantly as I brought my fingers closer to my eyes to watch a thin line of blood trickling down my index finger. I averted my eyes to the gate where my hand had been and saw for the first time that it wasn’t any normal rose thorn that had pierced my skin, but a thorn from a Black Rose plant. “Why don’t you come forward so I can take a look?”

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

"It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart." "I have a deadbolt on the back door," Noah said stubbornly, though the words sounded hollow even to him as he glanced at the front door, which was currently hanging off its top hinge. "And I have a permit from the town council to operate this shop. If there are dangerous wild animals in the area, the rangers…."

Thorn answered, getting Jamie pissed off. “Why do you insist on making everything difficult for yourself and everybody else? You want to play games right?” He asked and ordered the guards to beat him up. “No.. please, hear me out. I'll find it!” Thorn tried to defend himself but they didn't listen and immediately pounced on him. They used their swords to mercilessly hit him, others kicking and punching him. I couldn't watch, my heart was bleeding as his cries for help and forgiveness filled the air. They didn't stop despite his cries, they kept on hitting him until he was almost at the point of death.

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.

The pain on my side felt like a sharp jab, a constant reminder of something I couldn't quite grasp. I heard my mom's voice in the distance, a comforting murmur that reassured me, "You'll be fine, Madison. The doctors are taking care of you." It was a distant echo, like a lifeline connecting me to the world outside my foggy cocoon. I tried to focus on the words, to find solace in them, but the pain and dizziness were relentless.

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.

Every step felt like fire. It was like someone was hitting my feet with a hammer, right through my old sneakers. The elevator in our building has been broken for weeks now. So climbing five floors of stairs is just my life. I struggled with my keys, my hands hurt from carrying heavy grocery bags. When will I ever catch a break? I thought. I could hear music blasting through our door before I even opened it. Some happy pop song. I pushed the door open with my shoulder.

-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

“If I wanted a lecture, child, I’d have raised someone.” Ash bristled but didn’t move. My attention was fixed on the rift—still open, still shimmering like a wound in reality. Every pulse of silver felt like a heartbeat. Hers. Faint and frantic. I stepped toward it instinctively. Thorn’s hand shot out again—faster than any mortal man could move—and slammed against my chest. “You set foot in there now,” he hissed, “and the Veil will flay you alive. It will peel your magic off bone by bone. You’ll die before you even reach her breath.”