Thornhill Wednesday Novels & Stories

Red eye weren't close at all. A week of being in a closed room, and I was getting frustrated. I was properly fed and by now, it was only scare that covered a major part of my body. It's being a week I've gone to school and anyone was yet to reach out to me. By anyone, I meant Shirley and her dad. Mr. Red eye also seemed to be avoiding me, which I wasn't pleased with. There was something in me that always wanted to see him at all times.

Thorne points to a crooked stone building with a sign hanging over the door. "The wick inn, a bit lacklustre isn't it?" Dante points to the sign, his brother nodding in agreement. "Now isn't the time for a drink, we need to see the oracle and get out of here as soon as we can" I argue. Thorne places his arm around my shoulder. "Relax my love. I don’t know where she is hiding and what better place to find out. Drunken loose lipped witches"

By morning, Thornvale would wake to whispers. And the noose would begin to tighten.

We had to meet him on the open field and end this before the full moon gave him even more power. I gathered the surviving warriors and what remained of the council near the largest surviving fire. Faces were drawn, eyes hollow with fatigue. Riven leaned on his blade. Lira had fresh cuts across her arms. Elara held the cracked moonstone close to her chest. Faye stood a few paces behind me with our daughter, her face pale but determined. I raised my voice so every wolf could hear. “Thorn is coming at dawn with everything he has left. We do not wait. We meet him on the open field before he reaches the inner camp. We take the fight to him and end this today.”

He eased off the bed, gathering soaked sheets, cursing the child. **** Thorn woke so violently that his hand knocked the lamp off the nightstand. 4:33 AM. His heart hammered. Something had moved through the wardline. Not physically — but spiritually — like a hook dragging through silken thread. He dressed in seconds and rushed out across the ridge toward the patrol. Two warriors were already waiting, alert. “Report,” Thorn demanded. “All wards hold, Sir. We checked before sunrise,” the lead warrior answered. Thorn shook his head once, slow and grim.

Thorn arrived the following day at Eight o’clock, just as they planned. He was pleased that Nikki was already waiting for him when he pulled into the parking garage. “Good morning, Professor.” Nikki smiled as she climbed into his Jaguar. “Good morning, Miss Crowman.” Thorn nodded as he started to pull out of the garage. “Did you have a good evening?” He asked. “It was fine. Just started working on some of my class assignments early.” Nikki sighed. “Such a diligent student.” Thorn praised with a slight smirk.

He said he would hurt them if i didn't do what he wanted. Ember could ot understand while she felt so comfortable being vulnerable with a man she was just meeting for the second time. ''I swear to protect you and your family Ember'' he vowerd, his voice fierce and resolute. ''No one will harm them while i live.'' Ember's eyes welled up in tears, her visions blurry as she nodded silently. Thorne's expression remains unchanged, his eyes fixed on hers with an unwavering intensity. He showed no reaction to her tears. ''The wedding will be at moon park, Friday'' his voice firm and resolute, as if sealing fate with the words.

I swiped open the first article. The headline practically screamed at me. [DAZZLE DAILY: THE ICE KING’S NEW QUEEN?] Another followed instantly. [OAKHAVEN OBSERVER: ELENA VANE SPOTTED ENTERING THORNE PRIVATE RESIDENCE—IS THE WEDDING OF THE CENTURY OVER?] Then another. [MARKET WATCH: THORNE INDUSTRIES AND VANE CONGLOMERATE RUMORED TO BE FORMING PRIVATE ALLIANCE] My lips curved slowly.

He kept quiet most of the time and just listened to me talk. Since I have free time at hand I walk along the london oxford street with a london red bus driving pass and people taking pictures. I had a quiet lonely breakfast with english breakfast. I walked along shops and thought, it’s been a long time since I went shopping. Just seeing the clothes on display and people trying and browsing it. Adrian will end his retreat at 6pm and at 8pm he has dinner with Nigel. Suddenly, I receive a call from Adrian telling me to go to the London HQ of Gilded Royale.