Novel & Cerita The Thorn That Pierces Me

I barely had time to react. The relic screamed in my grasp. Crack. I gasped as it shattered. “No!” I cried, watching shards of the ancient relic fall like fractured stars around me. Thorne’s grin twisted wickedly. “Oops,” he mocked. Then he struck. The blow hit me square in the chest like a falling boulder. I was hurled across the ridge, crashing through trees and scattering stones. My back slammed against a rock with a brutal, bone-breaking thud. Pain exploded through my ribs. I coughed, tasting blood.

“Touch it.” I can’t stop myself. Green light floods the room, filling my vision. All I can see is the rose and all I hear is the music as my pointer finger stretches. I just… want to feel it–the cold metal–the gift left by a mother I never knew but desperately miss. The music rushes through my ears as my finger brushes over a single, golden thorn. “Yes… yes… do it!” “MAXIANA!” Annabel screams my name as the thorn bites into my skin. The room spins before going an inky, dark, black.

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

I held on the end of the long green thorn, fear delaying the process. Hunter's pallid physiognomy surfaced in my mind. That time every second counted, and I couldn't waste any. Shutting my eyes tight I gave a yank, a loud wail soaring my throat as blood oozed out. Throwing the devil thorn off in the distance I leaped back to my feet only to fall back on my bum, the sharp pain intensifying.

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

My racing heart never stopped, not for a moment as I swiftly passed by the glowing trees, some red, some green, giving me the light to move forward, even when its roots had thorns that could pierce right through a werewolves’ heart. I knew this would have happened if not now, then, in the future, I hoped she would change but it was a lost cause. I winced hard as a thorn pierced through my foot. My footing faltered, and I fell back on a pile of thorns, probing into my skin. An unbearable Pain shot near my left arm, a fractured bone. ‘What terrible luck’ I humored at the situation.

My chest tightened with something close to relief. I smiled wildly with a flash of relief on my face, but the relief disappeared as quickly as it came the moment I noticed the huge thorns surrounding it. I shook my head in disappointment, knowing there was no way I would be able to get past it. The thorns were very long and sharp, surrounding the plant perfectly with not a single weak point. They formed a near perfect circle, dense and unforgiving, like they had been growing there for centuries for the sole purpose of making sure no one ever touched what was inside.

I don’t know where I was going, but I knew it must be far. I walked until my leg sore and tired, but I pushed harder and continued. Suddenly, my leg entered into something soft and spongy, and the ground sank under my weight. I stumbled forward, flinging my hands to stop the fall - only to drive them straight into a wall of thorny brambles. Pain exploded through me. The thorns are not normal, they burned like fire, the sting spread from my fingertips up to my arms in seconds. I tried to pull back, but the vines coil tighter, their barbs entering my skin.

I dreamed of thorns. They surrounded me on all sides, thick and twisted, reaching out like hands. The thorns were black and sharp, taller than trees. They pressed closer and closer until I couldn't move. Then something grabbed me from behind. A force I couldn't see. It dragged me forward through the thorns. They tore at my skin, my clothes, my hair. I screamed but no sound came out. The thorns cut deeper and deeper. I felt my blood running down my arms, my legs, my face. But the force kept pulling me through.

Because the worst thing about seeing her like that wasn’t the blood. It wasn’t even the bruises. It was the familiarity of it. The memory of another broken thing I hadn’t been able to save. Not that night. Not ever. Amara’s POV The first thing I felt was pain. A dull, throbbing ache in my ribs. A sharp sting across my cheek. And softness beneath me — too soft. Sheets. Pillows. Warmth. I bolted upright, heart hammering against my ribs. Where—? The room was strange. Huge.