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?"

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.

I rushed forward at an infected that was about forcing itself into the available space in the forklift and slammed the Ak against his face, it staggered backwards and in another swift slam, it's neck broke making it's head bend to it's left shoulder. Lorenzo and Smith looked straight into my eyes seeing my savage mode turned on, they got motivated as Smith drew out a Seven inches sized axe from one of the opened tool boxes. "Hey" he called at me, tossing a crowbar which I caught expertly and crushed an infected's head with a swift swing. Austin and Lorenzo kept shooting as my eyes drifted to Lorenzo, leaning on a box to keep himself steady. He's becoming weak, I thought. He's lost too much b

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.

"Thelma, you're a fighter. You've never given up on anything in your life. Don't give up now. Don't leave me. Don't leave Theo. Don't leave any of us." The color reached her chest. Her shoulders. Her neck. But her heart remained gray. "Come on," Xavier begged, his voice breaking. "Come on, Thelma. Breathe. Just breathe." For a long, terrible moment, nothing happened. Then, finally, Xavier felt it through the mate bond. A single heartbeat. Weak and uncertain, but real. "She's coming back!" Luna cried. "Her heart, it's beating!" The gray faded from Thelma's chest, revealing warm skin beneath. Her heart beat again. Then again. Each beat stronger than the last.

I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing. Thomas’s gaze is fixed on me, his intense green eyes cutting through the rain to meet mine. "Grief is heavy, but one does not have to carry the weight alone.” I've been shouldering burdens on my own for years, and it's only made me stronger. As Keia whispers excitedly beside me, I can barely breathe as I meet Thomas’s gaze. Dressed impeccably in a black peacoat and dark slacks, raindrops cling to his dark hair, and there's a hint of stubble on his cheeks. His eyes drift over Aiden and Addison, but it's as if he doesn't recognize them as his children.

"You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!" The voice boomed from the sky. I looked up and saw Ada, but she was twenty feet tall, her face a distorted mask of porcelain and thorns poking out of her skin. She was wielding a giant pair of silver scissors, the blades snapping shut with a sound like a guillotine. Snip. Snip. Snip. "Joshua doesn't want a saint," she hissed, her shadow stretching over me like a shroud. "He wants a wife. And you... you’re just a loose thread that should be taken care of."

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.