Thorns Novels & Stories

He replies to my mind with an image of a thumbs up emoji. I launch myself on top of my maker. In an attempt to halt him. The longer I'm in his presence, the more obedient my mark grows and betrays me. I'm trying to hit, bite and even scratch him. The mark is spreading over him shielding my attacks. He continues walking with me on his back. We stop in front of Arlo and Helena trying to make their escape. Arlo steps in front of her but Thorne grabs his throat and throws him away. I pry myself from his back and step in front of Him. His eyes are red and snake like.

Theo asked Yohan for this favour. His men were always trustworthy even whatever jobs he gave them. There were Yohan, Jin, Nicholas, James, Oswald and Noah. Seven men with troubled pasts come together to form a bond and always had each other’s backs throughout the time they were together. Even if Theo was involved in the Mafia, he never regarded them as simply his alliances, they were his closest friends and would do anything to fight back if anyone harmed them. They were an inseparable family. They all met each other through Theo anyway and they were all proven reliable in all aspects so it wasn’t possible that even one of them would out Theo just like that. If they would, they really had so

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

Author's POV The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground, The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. Kaushalya shivered when the longitudinal pressure waves traveled to her ears with a soft rustling sound, as the winds passed through the tree branches and leaves, the movements of objects created a vibration in the air.

Thorne yelled as he fell to the ground again holding on to his head screaming in agony as Adrian made him remember everything he had done in the past. “Stop the voices, I can’t stop the voice, stop it” Thorne kept yelling as Adam got ready to make the fire barrier, Adam whispered some words in Latin `` ignis de abysso prodeunt'' as a circle of fire began to surround Thorne. “good job you guys now it's our turn, soldiers of the East attack” Stephen yelled as the men attacked Thorne from different angles throwing the silver spears they held at him, Thorne even in the he was able to dodge some spears but others were still able to pierce parts his lower region.

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.

Rachelia raised her scythe and it shined bright crimson that hurt Lars' eyes so much he couldn't shake it off even by closing his eyes. The wall of ivies shifted, lining up the thorns' positions to face the incoming Chimeras. In a loud, catapulting noise, the black thorns then shot out, completely destroying any Chimeras smaller than a house, or mortally wounding ones slightly bigger than that. The thorns were gigantic, sharp missiles that brought doom for anything comes near Librarium. This made Lars realized of how these walls acted as the fortification Rachelia meant. "Wow, that's... really gre

One of Rosie’s guards strode in, chest heaving, his cloak stained with dust and blood. “Alpha,” he said, bowing to her, ignoring me entirely. “A rider has arrived from Thorns. A messenger. Urgent seal.” Rosie stood at once. “Where?” “In the courtyard, my lady.” She turned to me. “You’ll forgive me, Alpha Emily. But if you don’t mind—” “Of course,” I said, rising with her. “I’ll accompany you.” Together, we crossed the courtyard, the night air thick with frost and suspicion. A rider knelt beside the fountain, clutching a scroll sealed in black wax—Rosie’s seal.

His eyes gleamed silver, sharp and inhuman, fixed on me with a hunger that chilled me more than any flame could warm. “You’ve awakened it,” he said, his voice echoing like stone splitting under pressure. “The First Flame walks again, and with it, the end of balance.” Angela hissed under her breath, naming him Thorne, the mysterious guardian we had only heard whispers of. Yet his gaze never left me, and I felt the pendant burn hotter under his scrutiny, as if reacting to his presence.