Thoma X Novels & Stories

"Still here... Maya. Still... just a model." "You're the only real thing I've ever had," she sobbed, burying her face in his neck. "Enough!" The voice was sharp. Maya looked up to see Xavier Thorne. He hadn't been erased. He was standing by the primary serum tank with his grenades still in his hands. His skin was sloughing off in wet patches, revealing the raw, red muscle underneath. He was a dying monster, and he knew it. "I’m the failed one, right?" Xavier laughed in a wet, gargling sound. "The one who wasn't 'compatible.' Well, if I don't get to live forever, then nobody gets to leave the island."

“Wait here.” I watched as the officer went and spoke to someone in a suit. He walked over to me. “Good afternoon...” he paused waiting for my name. “Dominic Thorn.” “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn. I am Detective Connor Calloway. I believe you know whose car this is?” “It’s my fiancé's car, Leila Clarke. I was on the phone to her when the crash happened.” “Can you tell me what she said?” “Someone was following her, she said they were ramming her and then she crashed. There was a voice that said, ‘she’s mine’. Then the call cut off.”

Xavier's POV I was two miles from the pack house when my phone rang again. Elder Thomas. "Xavier, stop running. Don't come back yet." My wolf stumbled mid-stride. "What? Why? Is Thelma…" "Thelma is stable. The antidote is working. But Xavier, we have a problem. A big one." His voice dropped to barely a whisper. "James is gone." I shifted back to human form, my chest heaving. "What do you mean, gone?"

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Thinking that Seb would rather not be disturbed again, he decided to open it himself. "A triple lock spell..." he said, his eyes closed, sensing the tendrils of magic or mana like a silky thread of a spider's web. "...with a fail-safe to alarm the caster..." Carefully, with eyes still shut, he raised a hand to touch one tendril at a time. Thaum is the universal measure used for magic. It appears as tendrils that are visible only to a trained magus’ eyes. Dorin choose one thaum or thread unit of mana from hundreds of tendrils, he then pulled it aside and swiped a finger to cut it.

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

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Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.