Thorn Crown Novels & Stories

"This is real. This life we've built. This power you've earned. This is no dream, no temporary reprieve. This is your reality now." They swayed together under starlight, the city spread endless below them. His cologne wrapped around her like armor against memories of colder embraces and mechanical affection. With Samuel, every touch had felt like an obligation. With Alexander, each touch felt like claiming something that belonged to her. "I have something for you." He stepped back slightly, producing a black velvet box from his jacket pocket. The hinges made no sound as he opened it, a testament to its craftsmanship. Inside nestled a delicate crown – platinum and diamonds crafted into an int

The maid knocked. "Enter," Kieran's voice came from inside. My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it. I walked in. The door closed behind me with a soft click. The room was huge. A dining room with a long fancy table. Candles everywhere. Crystal glasses. Everything screamed money. Kieran Thorne was sitting at the head of the table. He stood up when I walked in. He wore a Black suit. His Hair was perfectly styled. He looked like he belonged in a magazine.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

The moment I left the manor behind, my phone buzzed, a coded message from James, our family's tutor. "Harriet, your dad's on the warpath. He's threatened to erase me from Norchester if I don't sway you to his way of thinking: change your college choice, agree to a strategic marriage. He's even rallied the Blood Oath Brotherhood in Engleton against you, to teach you the price of defiance." My fingers clenched around the phone until they turned pale. That was his master stroke. I thought I broke free, but he was spinning a new web all along. What was waiting for me in Engleton?

“She’s mine. I marked her neck, her tits, her thighs with my teeth. That womb is going to swell with my seed. Touch her without my permission and I’ll rip your fucking throat out and fuck her on your corpse.” Thorn the leaner, flirty stud with sharp features and a cocky dangerous grin. He stood between them rolling his eyes. He was the wildcard. Not as massively built as the other two, but still huge. There was a playful look in his eyes that made my stomach twist “Both of you sound like desperate dogs fighting over the same juicy bone,” Thorn drawled crossing his arms over his chest. “We all drew the card tonight. We all get to ruin the Crown princess. Fighting about who owns her is just wa

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

It was a faint whisper of his consciousness, a promise that he was still fighting the darkness. The heavy thud of boots shattered the moment. Thorne strode down the hallway, his face pale as he ignored the healers and walked straight to the small stone table near the chamber doors. With a hard, metallic clatter, he dropped a recovered item onto the surface. It was a heavy, silver signet ring, stained with blood, etched with a crest that belonged to the inner circle of the northern high court. “This wasn't an assassination attempt by foreign rebels, Kael,” Thorne growled as he stared at the ring.

He reached out, taking my hand in a tight, protective grip, pulling me up to stand directly at his side on the highest step of the dais. "Rise, lords of the North," Gideon commanded, his deep baritone vibrating through the room with absolute authority. "We have no time for regrets or apologies. The enemy is at our doorstep, and our gates are ticking down to a breach." Lord Thane stood up, his eyes shining with renewed purpose. He walked over to the ancient stone alcove behind the throne and lifted a wooden chest lined with white velvet. Inside lay the ancient Sovereign Crown of the Frost Ridge,a heavy band forged from meteoritic iron and inlaid with raw starlight silver.

She grabbed the bed sheet and started jerking under my hand. Her moans climbed higher. “Ahhh… ahhh… don’t stop… ahhhh… yeahhhhhh…” Hot, juicy cum dripped out of her pussy as she came. My own climax was already building. I pulled Zoey’s hair, pushed my full length into her mouth, and started fucking her throat. She choked when the head hit the back of her throat. Saliva ran down her chin, but I did not stop. I was right on the edge. I groaned, shut my eyes, and shot every pulse into her mouth.

While it doesn't really bother me because I know I'm gorgeous and do not need anyone to tell me that or otherwise, it is exhausting to stand about and listen to five nitwits whose brains are filled with nothing but the hottest guys in town and high fashion in Vogue spout insults and play tricks on me. I once considered calling them out on their bullshit or even giving one of them a black eye at some point but Ella beat me to it. She's not exactly the most patient person when it comes to dealing with people and she's pretty tough. As the only scholarship students in our year, it's quite easy to identify us as we're required to wear a ‘pride brooch’ as it's called. It's supposed to make us pro