Thorn Triplets Book Novels & Stories

The soup was cooling fast and starting to feel deeply unpleasant against my scalp. And I stood there dripping and something clicked into my brain Eden Thorne. Betrothed to Rook Voss since they were kids Vera Thorne, the eldest. Betrothed to Zade. Lyra Thorne, the youngest. Betrothed to Cal. Three sisters. Three brothers. An arrangement that had probably been signed and sealed before any of them were in secondary school. And then there was me. Standing in a cafeteria full of phones and laughter with hot soup running down the back of my neck, bonded to all three of them by something neither I nor the Voss brothers had asked for.

In the middle of the night while almost everyone in the Crimson Thorn Clan was asleep, the triplets in their chamber rose in the air. It’s been three months since they were born but although they were growing, there had been no changes until tonight. The fire element warped around Saule. The water element warped around Udens and the earth element warped around Zeids. The triplets spun in circles that first started out slow then exceeded the comprehension of the eyes. When finally, the just stopped but the triplets who once we’re babies, now had big eyes and they were open and looking around.

​The dust from the shattered doors settled like toxic snow on Elder Thorne’s expensive charcoal suit, but the man didn't move to brush it off. He couldn't. His entire being was paralyzed, his eyes locked onto the three small children standing in the center of his path. ​Thorne had spent eighty years, nearly an entire lifetime, studying the ancient texts of the Silver Bloodline. He knew the prophecies of the "Triple Crown," but he had dismissed them as fairy tales meant to keep the lower ranks hopeful.

Because that was the moment I knew the flame was no longer mine to spark. It burned on its own. Still, the war pressed closer. I could feel the vibrations worsening, and the distant howls became louder. The air above us smelled of blood and smoke. The pack was dying. Thorne's grip has slipped, and the triplets are finally fractured. And the world would soon demand her.

Unholy thoughts were running through my mind… so many dirty dirty ideas. ‘You’ll regret that.’ I sighed. ‘Great, you’re back.’ The Triplets aimed their weapons at Lilith. This was about to get bloody. ‘And dirty.’

I tried to find the right word. “Whole.” Riko whispered. I smiled. So she felt it too. “Soulmates? That’s not really a thing. There are three of you and one of her. You can’t all be her soulmate.” her father shook his head. “We are triplets, sir. Identical triplets. That means we started as one. We were once one embryo that was divided into three. So we are pieces of the same soul. So you see, it’s possible.” I smiled, my eyes traveling to the clock.

I hear Chase let out a growl as Colt puts me down, and Chase spins me around and takes my mouth into his. His kiss is more profound, and he has more urgency. Colt is reserved and passionate, while Chase is demanding and sexy. His lips are warm, and I can’t help but moan in his mouth. The spell breaks as soon as we hear a knock on the door, and I open my eyes. Both twins are now standing next to me, and I am having trouble focusing on anything. What the hell is going on? Why is my brain turned into mush? I look at them as they fix their hair. They look like having a private conversation but without saying a word. Can they communicate without talking? Interesting.

two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing. As we scrambled through the backyard, the cream lace—my wedding dress—snagged on a jagged thicket of thorns. I didn't stop. I pulled with everything I had, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing like a scream in the quiet of the old man's backyard. A long, jagged strip stayed behind, dancing on the thorns like a ghost. I didn't know why, but the sound felt like an omen. The 'legal shield' hadn't even lasted an hour before it was torn to shreds." As we hit the main road, the briefcase felt like a lead weight between us. We weren't just running for our lives anymore. We were running with the only evidence that could take the enemies dow

I sped out of the parking lot, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Shit, shit, shit. It was only a matter of time before Ryder figured everything out. He would come for them. Not long after, I burst through the door of my apartment, my mind in a frenzy. “Mary! Iris! Andy! Get your bags!” I exclaimed, while getting up and down to drag the suitcases from the closet. Silence. My heart dropped into my stomach as dread crawled up to my face. My triplets weren’t here. “Goodness, where are they?”

Trembling, I reached out to grasp Damien's hand. "The triplets, Damien," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. "What about our children?" Squeezing my hand lovingly, Damien leaned in closer, his eyes filled with compassion. "Miraculously, our beloved triplets are unharmed," he assured me, a mixture of relief and awe evident in his voice.