Thorne Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

The whole place pulsed with readiness, like everyone was waiting for something to go wrong. They were led through a winding path into a circular stone lodge at the center. Alpha Thorne stood waiting. He was tall and lean, with burn scars down one side of his throat and a thick leather coat lined with fur. His eyes were pale green and sharp as ice. “Yannis,” he said, folding his arms. “You didn’t say you were bringing company.” “This is Landon. He’s not here for politics.” Thorne’s gaze flicked to Landon, then back to Yannis.

She didn't care to switch on the lights as the moonlight which was falling through the window was enough for the brightness she needed. walking slowly near the dining table she took the water bottle and opened the lid. she gulped half of the bottle in one go. putting back the water bottle gazed outside for a moment. The chill winds and blue moonlights gave her eyes a pleasing view that she continued to drool at the sexiness of nighttime. The full moon shines in its glory in the sky. The bright moonlight night is enjoyable and charming. In the autumn the sky remains cloudless and the moon looks like a big silver disc in the sky. so, the silvery mixed bluish light floods everything. an unknown

Then she bolted off into the forest in the direction of the servants camps. ***** Thorne stood by his bedroom window, staring out into the courtyard. The huge maze to the left called to him, he hadn’t used it in years. Suddenly, his wolf stirred, growing excited and aching for a run. Thorne assumed it wanted to use the maze, but the moment the thought crossed his mind, his wolf disagreed. Irritated by its confusing desires, Thorne shifted his focus to Serene and Matteo. What an interesting couple they were. He knew that wasn’t the last he would see of her. Serene was the kind of woman who never gave up on a mission, no matter how crude her methods evolved to be. But he would be ready for her

It swallowed us whole. ===== I jolted awake, gasping loud enough to scare myself. My eyes darted. I was back in the toilet. My chest was heaving. Vision spinning. Every cell in me humming with leftover magic and sorrow. Ashval stood in front of me, his stance alert, his eyes gleaming. “Thorne is dying,” I blurted. “Selene… she said three blood moons.” Ashval nodded grimly. “He’s fading.” I shot to my feet and began pacing, every nerve fraying under the weight of what I had seen.

He inspected Kaelen, who was charging directly at him, a large, black wolf with pure and deadly intent. Think you can upstak me, boy? Thorne spit, his red eyes glaring. “Do you think you have any idea of what real power is?” Thorne pulled out the fat leather pouch at his hip. My heart stopped. He retrieved the three medicine vials with bright blue liquid, pure silver-lace medicine, which I had taken from the pharmacy without permission. The concoction that was intended for my mother's lungs. The vials were held up to the waning light of the moon, and Thorne sneered, "A Luna's bloodline is strong. However, "Godhood was pure Lycan medicine in the veins of an Alpha King.

Thorne turned slightly at the sound of the door opening, his expression completely unbothered by my sudden intrusion. "Ah, Mr. Kade," Thorne greeted smoothly. "I was wondering how long it would take you to realize your distraction strategy had failed to account for my personal surveillance network." "Professor Thorne," I said, stepping fully into the room and positioning myself slightly ahead of Dante, instinctually moving to shield him from the immediate threat. "We were merely retrieving a personal item that was accidentally surrendered at the checkpoint." "Do not insult my intelligence, Soren," Thorne warned, dropping the formal titles completely. "You are an exceptional strategist, but y

The black eyes following with the particular attention of something that had been waiting for this confrontation and had prepared for it. "You came," it said. Still using Serena's voice. "I wasn't certain you would. The last Sovereign who understood what was happening ran." "Which one?" I said, because Oren's records covered four centuries and I wanted to know which entry it was referencing. A slight pause. The thing recalibrating, mildly surprised by the specificity of the question. "1887," it said. "The Thornridge line's second Sovereign. She understood what the stone could do and she chose to warn the packs rather than face it directly." The smile again, wrong in all the same ways. "They

His eyes followed my movement and darkened as a muscle ticked under his stubbled jaw. Who was this man? He seemed familiar. Important. Now I wished my brothers had remained behind so I could ask them. The man was tall. Taller than most men, including my brothers. Dressed in all black and a gray coat that reached to his knees. He looked elegant. Dark. Dangerous. Familiar. The feeling of familiarity pulled on my consciousness. The voice in my head. Stay alive, Tatiana. For me. Stay alive, moya luna. It called to me - calling me his moon. His eyes were intense, even from this distance. There was something uncomfortable in his dark gaze - borderline aching. It was as if he demanded something fro