Thorn Blade Bg3 Novels & Stories

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.

“Why aren’t you healing? Why, Thorne? Why?” Thorne’s eyes fluttered weakly, his lips pale. “I… don’t…know…” His voice was barely a whisper as he tried to keep his eyes open. “He can’t heal right now.” Darien said, along with a wicked laugh. My head snapped up, my chest heaving. Darien rose to his full height, swirling the blood-stained sword casually in his hand. “This sword was made just for him. Forged with poison. The same poison you once gave me, but stronger. This one is lethal. It’ll eat him alive from the inside. And in twenty-four hours…” He leaned closer, smirking darkly. “He’ll be dead.”

Because of this blade Lily was able to use tiny portions of her wind power, integrating the might of the wind element into her sword. Mane gently patted the heavy swords that were strapped to his back. Night’s Kiss and Night Mare they were called. They were made from the even rarer Darkness Stones, and Mane liked them. However, it wasn’t the time to use them. The things that were coming were too weak. “Goblins again?” Lily asked, her nerves a bit tense. After all, she wasn’t a regular at fighting. Although this was the third time she had to defend herself today, the frequency of attacks didn’t make it any easier.

I looked past his shoulder towards the building, half-expecting Kael to appear with that professional smile he always had, the one that never quite reached his eyes. "Yes, he is alive, but unconscious. He was attacked with a silver blade laced with wolfsbane—a weapon designed specifically to kill our kind." Thorne informed me, his eyes glued to the brown earth as if it might swallow him whole. "We fear he may not survive the night." "Where is he?" I asked, popping a brow, already calculating the resources needed to save one of my most valuable asset.

"She was very helpful. She sends her regards." Kael roared. The betrayal hit him. He lunged at Thorne. It was a mistake. Thorne was ancient. He was faster than a normal Alpha. Thorne sidestepped Kael’s lunge. He swung the black iron sword. The blade sliced through Kael’s flank. Kael yelped. He crashed into the cabinets. He scrambled to get up but the black iron was poisoned. I could see the black veins spreading from the wound instantly. "Kael!" I screamed.

Carved from stone and buried beneath vines, they bore the marks of the first pact—an era long forgotten. As they approached the central altar, Alex felt it again—the pulse in his chest syncing with something buried deep in the earth. He knelt, brushing away dirt and roots until stone revealed itself—engraved with the Moon Goddess’s sigil. “It’s here,” he whispered. Rachel stepped forward, beginning a chant in the old tongue. The stone glowed faintly, and with a low rumble, a hidden chamber opened below the altar. The air inside was cold and heavy. At its center stood a pedestal, and upon it, the Spear of Thorne—its shaft made of silverwood, its blade obsidian and etched with lunar runes.

Before his arrogant brain could even process the sudden shift in momentum, I violently twisted his arm outward, digging my thumb into a specific cluster of nerves, forcing his fingers to involuntarily snap open. The heavy silver blade slipped entirely from his grasp. I caught the leather hilt mid-air. In the exact same, unbroken motion, I pivoted on my heel and drove my heavy combat boot directly into the side of his kneecap. CRACK. A sickening, wet, bone-shattering sound echoed sharply across the freezing courtyard. Thorne let out a guttural, high-pitched shriek of pure agony as his leg violently buckled beneath his weight. I stepped into his space, slamming my open palm hard against his he

he asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy whisper that sounded entirely hollow. "It's just a tactical blade, Thorne," I replied, my voice modulator throwing back the mechanical rasp, though my hands were secretly trembling behind my back. I quickly slid the weapon into its sheath, hiding it from his sight. "A custom piece I had commissioned through an underground contact. It’s uniquely weighted for low-light execution." Malakai stopped three feet from me. He didn't try to grab me this time. He just stared at the space where the blade had been, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“She is mine!” The echo answered instantly. Silver light flared from the child and burned across Thorn’s outstretched hand. Smoke rose from his skin. He roared in pain and jerked back, clutching the charred flesh. Thorn retreated one step toward the open portal, eyes still glowing with rage and hunger. “The echo is strong,” he snarled, “but I have your pack’s blood on my blade now. Tomorrow night I finish what I started.” He vanished back through the portal. The violet tear snapped shut behind him, leaving only the echo of his threat hanging in the air.