The Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

I let out a cry as the pain intensified. I called it. I knew that thorn was poisonous. The eerie noise from before sounded again but this time, it was more intense. I tried to stand but I fell back to the ground. A cold breeze blew past me and I shivered. I began to hear a loud thump. It sounded like the footsteps of a giant. Oh shit! This is bad. Very bad.

It was lighter than expected, but colder than death. Her hands trembled as she brought them closer to her head. The room leaned in, breath caught, hunger gleaming in a hundred eyes. She inhaled. Exhaled. Then lowered the Crown of Thorns onto her brow. For a single heartbeat, nothing happened. And then, Pain. White-hot. A thorn pierced her scalp. Another. Then a third, digging deep into the base of her skull. Blood welled along her temples, trickling in twin rivers past her cheeks.

I gasped as the thorn pierced deep into my hand. Blood spurted, dripping down my wrist. I pulled, but it was as though the thorn had grown into my flesh, embedding itself deeper the more I tried. Pain shot through my arm until my vision blurred. Suddenly, I heard a voice. It was too raw, harsh. It shook the mountain itself. “Who dares?” My heart racing as I turned, trying to see who had spoken, but before I could, something struck me hard across the back. My body flew.

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.

They were being bled again, not for a debt, but for sport. I fell to my knees, my forehead pressed against the iron bars. I could hear Kai roaring my name between his screams, a sound of such feral, desperate love that it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. "Hold on," I sobbed, my voice lost in the stones. "Please, just hold on." Thorne thought he had me. He thought he had won. He thought that by breaking the men I loved, he would make me crawl. He was wrong.

All I could really feel in this expanse of thorns was pain. That was bearable. I was used to pain. It’s been my companion longer than I can remember. Pain I can bear. Vera was still crouched in front of me, her creepy smile etched on her face. Taking a moment to steady myself, I gathered all of the strength I could muster and immediately threw my hand out, gritting my teeth as the thorns tore through my skin all the way until they were out. Catching her by the side of the head, I pulled with all of my power and slammed her face-first into the thorns.

Until my feet touched more than one thorn, I collapsed to the ground, reaching for my foot as I cried out in pain. My heart was racing out of my chest. I could hear my own heart beat as I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was sweating and the feeling of blood on my skin wasn't helping. I panted and all the energy I had, had vanish. I needed somebody to help. It was like I was meant to step on that thorn. Like I couldn't actually escape. Like I didn't deserve to.

Ben sobbed beside him while adding more wood to the hearth, an action he thought he would never do for his beloved prince. “I’ll be alright,” Thorn said weakly to Ben. He wanted to mess up his hair, but found he couldn’t possibly lift his arm. Lingering between a trance and reality, Thorn fought hard against the drowsiness caused by the excruciating pain. The fire Ben had lit made him feel better. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. Faces came and went. His soul seemed to be drowning in a frozen lake, and it was impossible to break through to the surface.

two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing. As we scrambled through the backyard, the cream lace—my wedding dress—snagged on a jagged thicket of thorns. I didn't stop. I pulled with everything I had, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing like a scream in the quiet of the old man's backyard. A long, jagged strip stayed behind, dancing on the thorns like a ghost. I didn't know why, but the sound felt like an omen. The 'legal shield' hadn't even lasted an hour before it was torn to shreds." As we hit the main road, the briefcase felt like a lead weight between us. We weren't just running for our lives anymore. We were running with the only evidence that could take the enemies dow

I screamed as my chest seared. My vision blurred. Flames raced up my arms, my neck, and my spine. The bond flipped like a blade in reverse, cutting from his soul back into mine. I fell to the ground. Hands spasming. My magic, trying to pull itself apart. And then— Thorne tackled me to the floor, muttering something in the Old Tongue. His voice cut through the fire. The bond pulsed once more— Then dimmed. Not broken. Not healed. Just… scarred.