Thorne Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

"Luna." That word. Even now‚ even like this‚ it made something warm stir in my chest. "She was injected with wolfsbane‚" Thorne said. "About two hours ago. Maybe more. I don't know the dosage. Just do what you need to do." The doctor nodded and set his bag on the nightstand. He opened it and started pulling things out‚ a small flashlight‚ a stethoscope‚ a glass vial filled with something clear‚ and two syringes still sealed in their packaging.

Now, I was recalling how her body shivered when my hand slid up her warm thigh. "I've only been a vampire a few months. I'm still adapting to my own species, what makes you think I'd take the time out to learn another?" I peaked an eyelid open to find Thorne rolling his eyes at me. "Their history is difficult to come across. Most of their archives have been ruined or lost but, with a lot of digging, I managed to find something," Thorne paused unnecessarily, adding suspense where suspense didn't belong. Time was something a species like Thorne didn't have on his side. One would think he would appreciate it more by getting to the point faster.

And if she couldn’t figure it out, she’d be as disposable as Lycia. The faint sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. She didn’t look up as a figure approached, but instinctively her hand rested lightly on the hilt of her dagger. "You're looking at that thing like it's about to bite you," Thorne said, his voice calm but carrying a hint of curiosity that was hard to miss. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with an amused smirk. His gaze on the ancient map in her hands, as if trying to understand why it had Raven so on edge. Raven shot him a sharp look but said nothing, too caught up in the frustrating tangle of riddles before her. Thorne tilted his h

My earpiece buzzed again: "Mara, flank positions—drones up, scent trackers active. If they breach, go for knees and throats." Emerging into the courtyard, the rain had eased to a relentless drizzle, turning the gravel to slick mud that squelched under my boots. Floodlights pierced the gloom, illuminating the wrought-iron gates like a stage for judgment. Thorne's convoy idled there, engines rumbling like distant thunder, black SUVs gleaming wetly. Figures shifted in the shadows—ten, maybe twelve armed goons, rifles slung but fingers itching on triggers. Thorne stepped out from the lead vehicle, an umbrella held by a burly lackey shielding his grizzled head, his face a mask of false righteousn

THREE LUNAR months have passed since the melodramatic revelation bared in the maps of Otheli. It ran like wildfire that spread in every lips of nobles and commoners of the two nations- that also was the reason behind why Yseah have kept her life and survived at the recurring time- the fact that she is the Luna of their mate less crown prince Alpha. After what happened at that notable nightfall of the supposed festivity of her pack, she was spared to be slaughtered by the tyrant's silver blade and had taken her instead to the abode of his mate- the kingdom of Elodnia.

"The Luna of the Black Ridge has spoken. Elders, take your leave before I decide that your presence is a threat to my mate’s recovery." Thorne stood, his face unreadable. He looked at me, then at the shattered wood of the table where Silas had been standing. He bowed his head—just a fraction of an inch—but it was enough. "The moon has chosen," Thorne said. As the Council began to file out, the adrenaline finally left me. I slumped into Silas’s chest, my consciousness fading into a soft, grey mist. The last thing I felt was him lifting me into his arms and the feeling of his lips pressed against my temple.

Thorne* I read it twice. M. Thorne. Marcus Thorne. The name was in the character list I'd been building in my head, the one populated with people who would eventually matter. Professor at Lunar Ridge. Connected to Aria's birth family. Had been searching for her. He was here. Already. In my first life I never knew he existed. He'd been a face in the faculty directory that I'd never had reason to look at. But here he was at week one, reaching out.

Zane's POV It was as if time stopped. Alpha Thorne's face drained of color like water flowing from cracked stone. I had seen wolves face death before but this was different. This was a man watching his carefully constructed empire crumble. Dr. Lorett's words hung in the air like smoke, poisoning everything they touched. I'd heard whispers about Thorne's first mate disappearing years ago, but wolves whispered about many things. Most were lies. Some were worse than lies—they were truths nobody wanted to face.

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.