Thorne Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

He would find her an excuse to leave soon enough. However, when Cecilia complained of thirst mid-hike, Luke had everyone stop so he could fetch her favorite lemonade. Cecilia pouted at him, "Did you forget? I don't like cold drinks." "Don't let it go to waste though," she added, and Luke nodded. Without a second glance, he shoved the cup into Holly's hands. Holly gazed down at the frosty lemon juice that had suddenly been given to her. Her brain short-circuited for a second. She could not believe Luke had spaced on the fact that she was on her period and could not handle the tart, icy drink.

And more importantly, everyone knows that the Lorekeeper cannot be contended with when it comes to dictating how the Moon Goddess has aligned the pack structure from historical records. “Very well, then.” He finally hisses, his eyes narrow, his knuckles white. I turn to Thorne’s body. “He still has life in him. I think the physicians should be called, unless he might die.” I smile at the rest of the still, silent, shocked council. “Shall we begin?”

My phone lit up again, this time vibrating against the mattress insistently. THE THORNE FAMILY SECRET THEY NEVER WANTED YOU TO KNOW. WHO REALLY IS LUCIEN THORNE? My fingers stilled on the keyboard. My stomach did that slow, sinking thing it did whenever something was about to go very wrong. Then another headline slid down. HYBRID BLOOD? INSIDE SOURCES CLAIM MOON WALKER HEIR IS NOT WHAT HE SEEMS. My heart skipped as I finally picked up my phone and tapped the link. The article loaded quickly, and I started reading.

Elvanya's POV Five days before the blood moon and the palace felt too quiet. Kael had arrested Thorne two days ago after Lira's guard reported everything he'd heard at the watchtower. Now Thorne was locked in the highest tower with ten guards watching him day and night but everyone knew his followers were still out there planning and waiting. I stood in front of the mirror in my chambers and stared at the dress Lira had brought me this morning. It was silver like moonlight and more beautiful than anything I'd ever worn.

The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold. Luna is seven months old. She has silver eyes and a loud voice and her father's stubborn jaw and a laugh that Mara says can be heard from across the pack grounds, which Mara says with enormous satisfaction. She has never been afraid of anything that I can tell. She arrived in the world furious and curious and has maintained both qualities consistently. She has two packs who know her name. The forest that borders her home glows silver at night, and the Moon Goddess's light is steady above it.

His eyes are switching between grey and blue. I'm feeling too sick to deal with this. "Janice do something" She nods and waves a hand over the lycan. He falls to the ground sleeping. "What happened?" Dante asks us. "Thorne has convinced the witch queen to turn on us. He can also haze her highness" Arlo is helping me to a sofa on the other side of the office. "Pfft Thorne. For such a ... a villain, his name is quite funny" Arlo says to me.

subdued. Controlled. He slipped away from the main circle, finding a quiet path behind the trees. He reached into his cloak and pulled out Dorian’s journal again. He reread the last words. She’s feeding on something—us, I think… Thorne looked up at the moon. It shone bright above, but it felt like no light reached the ground anymore. A low growl rumbled nearby. He stiffened, turning slowly. A wolf—black as midnight—stood at the edge of the trees, eyes glowing faint red.

That day happened to be the full moon and that night, the moon had turned red because of the blood that was shed on that day. To worsen it, Thorne bore the consequences of that disobedience because the scars he had that day never healed. It would always reopen on every full moon, causing him so much immense pain that no one dared near his chambers except for me—My presence gave him some sort of relief even though it did little to alleviate his pain. Knowing that he would be going through that again broke me apart. Thorne wiped away the tears that streamed down my face. “That pain will only last for a night but right now, my focus is on you because I can’t get enough of you. Right now, I want

Luna was waiting in the common room, her laptop open on the table. "Well?" I asked. She turned the screen around. On it was a profile photo of a massive wolf, easily twice the size of a normal alpha. Scars covered his body. His eyes were cold and empty. "That's Thorne Blackwater," Luna said. "Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. Former Council enforcer. Undefeated in fifty-seven challenges. He's killed thirty-two wolves in sanctioned combat." My blood went cold. "He's their champion." "Yeah." Luna pulled up another photo. This one showed Thorne in human form. Seven feet tall, built like a tank, covered in tattoos and scars. "And it gets worse. Remember how Gio was trying to trade Jolie to Bloodmoon

​“Winnie? Winnie, talk to me. Please.” ​I blinked, my sight slowly returning as the golden spots danced before my eyes. Thorne was hovering over me. He looked like he had been dragged through a battlefield of fire and glass. His fur was singed to the skin in patches, his face was masked in soot and dried blood, and his right hand, his right hand was a charred, unrecognizable mess of melted flesh and crystal. He was still clutching the dulled core against my arm, his grip so tight his knuckles were white through the soot. He looked like a man who had stared into the heart of a god and refused to blink. ​“Thorne,” I whispered. My voice was a shredded wreck, a ghost of the sound that had just c