The Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

I bite my lip to stop it from trembling, fighting the instinct to run and fight and hide all at once. “Jax,” I murmur. One word, more a whisper of recognition than a full call. The name tastes metallic on my tongue, and I can feel the ghost of it crawl up the back of my neck. Morwen’s voice cuts through the sanctuary’s quiet hum. Calm. Certain. Like a tether to ground me before I fall off my own edge. “Thorn prowls the edges,” she says. “He’s looking for cracks in my wards—and in you.”

She placed it in my hand. "Repeat after me." "I leave my old loyalties at the door." I repeated her. "I will hold what is beautiful even when it bleeds me." I repeated that too. She smiled. "Now squeeze." I looked at the thorns, then I closed my hand. One thorn drove into my palm. Then another. Warm blood slid between my fingers and fell onto the stone. I waited. Nothing changed. I was still me. Joanna took the rose from my hand.

His crimson eyes glowed with a sick, triumphant light, entirely unbothered by the silver sword I had just driven completely through his heart. ​He squeezed. My airway crushed shut instantly. My vision dotted with black stars, the edges of the room blurring, but I absolutely refused to let go of the hilt of my sword. I twisted it harder, digging the silver deeper into his corrupted flesh, determined to sever his spine. ​CRACK. ​A blur of pristine white steel shot past my peripheral vision. General Vesh’s heavy, armored boot slammed into the side of Thorne's knee. The joint shattered backward with a sickening, wet snap.

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.

Does he agree with them? Why is he not saying anything "I Thorne king of lunavara reject you Cael of Rose circle pack......." "No, no Thorne, please stop it, Thorne look at me pls stop for the sake of our pups please...." The pain is too much I can't I I can't brea...th Thorne why aren't you looking at me Why are you breaking our bond? Jolting up from the nightmare that plagued me the first thing I felt was pain. Not sharp, not screaming, but a dull, suffocating ache that pressed into my ribs and weighed down my chest.

Its silence wrapped around us like a blanket, and for a moment, I let myself believe it would last. That the storm we’d been bracing for might wait a little longer. Then the pull began. It started in my chest. A slow ache, dull and strange, like something inside me was being turned toward a direction I couldn’t see. I shifted under the blankets, frowning, but the sensation didn’t stop. It intensified. A throb in my mark. A pulse beneath my ribs. Theron stirred behind me. “You feel that?” I whispered. He was already awake. His voice came low and gravel-rough against my ear. “Yes.”

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.