Thorne Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

Instead, I walked down the narrow tunnels until I reached an isolated chamber beneath the armory. Within minutes, Thorne slipped past the iron threshold, his boots clattering as he closed the door behind him. He took one look at my bared fangs and the restless energy swamping my scent. “What happened in the vaults, Draken?” Thorne asked, “Did the Luna—”

Thorne, Aurelius, Cassian. They hadn’t moved far. Their heat surrounded me like a second skin. The tether hummed between us, quieter now but no less alive, every small tremor in my frame echoing back to them in faint ripples. Thorne moved first. He shifted behind me, broad chest brushing my back as he settled onto his knees. One large hand slid up the length of my spine, slow and deliberate, fingers spreading wide to cover as much skin as possible. The touch was grounding, almost tender, a stark contrast to the lethal precision he’d shown minutes earlier.

"But it’s like there's fog covering it. I can't even see the SUV. I thought I was finally getting control over it, yet now I need my silly ability, I got nothing. "Then stop looking with your head and start looking with your gut," Thorne said. He stepped closer, his scent, damp earth and old stone filling my senses. "You're a Luna, Liora. Even without a pack, you have the instinct. Trust it." I looked at him, really looked at him, and for a second, the fear subsided. "I'm glad you're here, Thorne." I headed back upstairs and I went to check on Finn one last time, he was sharing a room with Theo. When I came in, he was sprawled across his bed, his breathing deep and even, but as I adjusted hi

my wolf made my jaw set. "No." Claire smiled. "You marry me." What?, I looked at her. She held the smile steady, wide blue eyes calm, like she had just suggested something obvious. “That is the solution…” "I beg your pardon," I was already cutting her. "Think about it." She shifted forward in the chair, smoothing her dress over her knee. The movement was slow. I noticed she had undone the top button of the dress at some point between sitting down and now. I had no idea when. "The Thorne alliance is what you actually need. Not three marriages. One marriage is enough; you and me. Luna of IronPeak,” smiled in glorifying foolery. “The pack connection your council wants stays intact. Your boys ke

Chapter 3: Now that her father had returned to London and she had a few weeks to go before starting at the academy with Madame Blanchard, Rose could focus on the old estate. She liked the old furniture and the smell of wax used to polish it, some of it could use reupholstering. Ok most of it. Moving from room to room she became alarmingly aware that much of this house was left to rot. Although her dad had a pest control team go through and rid them of rats and other vermin, the aftermath of the hibernation was overwhelming in some rooms. Until she came to one that was locked. Frustrated, she called for Mrs. Stuart. Issabelle made it to her much quicker than the older house keeper and offered

“Yeah, I guess,” “We talking about Mateball?” Kairos and Maximus snapped their heads up to look at the door to Kairos’s room. Lounging against the door frame was Thorne. His bleach blonde hair had been freshly washed and toned. It stood out against his deep olive skin. He wore thick black rimmed glasses over his honey-gold eyes. “Yeah,” Kairos said. “You going? You taking History of Wolves or The Last Great Queen this year?” “Har, har,” Thorne rolled his eyes. “I’m taking no one. Unlike you two, I’m trying to not piss off the Queen.”

Sera went for the supplies with the efficiency of someone who had been in combat situations and understood that the available task was the one you did without adding commentary. Thorne appeared at the door an hour in. He did not come inside—stood in the doorway, assessed that everything was proceeding, and said: "I'll be outside." "You don't need to wait," Wren said. "No," he agreed. He went to stand outside anyway. The moon was visible through the window—full, bright, the specific quality of April moonlight that was fuller than winter moon but not yet the washed-out softness of summer. She had been aware of the moon since labor began. It felt appropriate in a way she was not going to examin

The Return Vessel hummed with a frantic, desperate energy. Inside the command center, Meilin stood before the flickering screen, her eyes locked onto the recorded image of Leo Thorne. The name felt like a brand on her soul—hot, painful, and permanent. "Meilin! Can you hear me?" The London Leo’s voice was breaking through the static of the Prime Terminal. Behind him, the London flat was shaking, the peeling wallpaper finally giving way to reveal a substrate of glowing, obsidian circuits. "The Loom-Hunters are using the 'Thorne-Vance Resonance' as a tether! They aren't just coming for the valley; they're coming to harvest the Original Blueprint!"

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.

I said, trying to focus on the marriage records to keep my mind off the cold feeling in my chest. ​"Perhaps, but darkness can only hide the light for so long before the pressure becomes too much, and I think that mark on your shoulder is the first crack in the seal," Thorne replied. Then he went back to his work, leaving me to wonder if I was a vessel for something far more dangerous than just a missing wolf. ​Adrian POV