Thorn Blade Bg3 Novels & Stories

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

She lay there, coughing up black bile, her red eyes dimming. ​The Escape: The Shadow’s Retreat ​Thorne scrambled to his feet, his grey robes smoking. He looked at the triplets—Leo, standing over the shards of the blade; Maya, her gold light finally breaking through the Elders' dampening; and Ren, the violet god of the Void. ​"This isn't over," Thorne wheezed, clutching a hidden transmitter. "The Silverpack is already divided. The seed of the Blight is in the water, in the soil... in your very bones."

He stood at the mouth of the blue corridor, his dented shield locked with Alpha Draven’s shoulder. The golden glare from the fork was blinding now. Malachi’s roars were turning ragged, the sound of his claws clashing against the faceless silver helmets of the vanguard coming faster and faster. He was a single storm trying to hold back an ocean of iron boots, and the midnight smoke rolling off his shoulders was thinning, stripped away by the harsh celestial light. "Draven, take the left rank!" Thorne commanded, his broadsword slicing through a golden pike that thrust through the gap in their shields. "Don't let them establish a bridgehead in the passage!"

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

It went for Renn who dodged low and drove his dagger into its flank. "They're faster than usual!" Renn shouted, twisting the blade free as black blood sprayed. "Stay tight!" Draven called back, his sword arcing to meet another beast mid leap. He cleaved through its shoulder with ruthless precision, the rogue crumpling without a sound. "Aim for the joints! The curse makes them brittle there!" I loosed my arrow, the shaft burying into a rogue's knee as it barreled toward Thorne. The beast howled, stumbling, and Thorne finished it with a swift slash across the throat.

"You do not want to get hurt before the fun gets started, do you?" It was dark and I couldn't see his face but I recognized that voice. I tried to scream but it was muffled so I bit his palm covering my mouth until I tasted blood. "You stupid bitch!" He immediately pulled his hand away and stared at the blood that had started gushing out. "You'll pay for this" I pushed him off with all my might and grabbed the knife. I stood up and aimed it at him with trembling hands. "Don't you dare try to come near me? I will cut you!"

Each ripple in the water’s surface twisted, reflecting not the Hollow, but visions — fleeting, jagged, unclear. Thorne stood near a circle of carved antlers, their points darkened with age and dried blood. Her skin smelled of crushed leaves and iron, vines coiled around her wrists like serpents. One hand traced along the edges of an antler, the other resting on the hilt of a vine-wrapped knife at her hip. Her posture was still, but her tension hummed like a drawn bowstring.

Isabella added. Everyone's attention was already on us and few people had their phones out recording the exchange. Ella turned to me “Leila, can we please just ignore these nitwits, they aren't worth our time”. What followed was a blur, but all I could feel was oil from the stew running down my face before hearing the sound of a palm striking a face. The pepper in the stew was stinging my eyes, and all I could think of was getting some water to wash it away.

' With a thunderous crash, as if the mountain itself had been split open, another massive boulder came crashing down. Boom! Karlsen had no time to be shocked by Wendy's actions. He threw away his sword and, following her lead, leapt into the abyss. True to its name, the Maiden's Thorn was covered in sharp barbs. Jane's hands were slashed as she gripped the vine, blood streaking across her palms. Nourished by fresh blood, the vines appeared even more vibrant under the sunlight. Jane held on tightly until she caught a shadow of an arrow in her line of sight. Someone was firing on them from the other side.

I have given you a chance, don't blame me if you don't want to grab it! After she finished the last sentence, Sonya stood up slowly and took out a bag of things from her body! Damn it! Darryl was shocked to see what was in the bag. He was frightened, and he panicked. It was a pack of golden scaly thorns, each of which was more than ten meters long and covered with barbs. The scaly thorn was a unique secret weapon in the cultivator's world. It was made of a rare and tough fish scale.