Thorns Novels & Stories

She loves flowers. The stem of flower is very thick I take out my knife from basket and try to cut it. I cut the stem and as I go to put it my basket I hear a snap of twig breaking nearby. Thinking it were guards I stand up to confront them with flowers in one hand and knife in another and basket near my feet. But it wasn't father's guards it was a big black wild boar. I stay still as boar stands there, a little movement and I will become his focus for anger.

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

The pointy side glinted wickedly, almost like a metal. The flat side looked like a roughly broken branch, far too many sharp wood slivers. If it impacts a person at high speed, even this will get embedded in their skin. On top of that, the broken slivers will be hell to remove from any person’s arms. The next thorn, he was able to stop at the door of the room. Yanlong observed, but said nothing. On one side, cactus thorns piled up. Yanlong opened her phone, and settled her tasks.

Luca paused and stared at Elena, she understood his unsaid words, it was her turn to get in the car. She hesitated for a while, but after remembering Leo’s words about Luca, she decided to obey and walk into the car. She didn’t want to be a victim of someone with anger issues- Luca! Leonardo had said that to scare her and it was clear that he succeeded in petrifying her. Luca walked into the car after her and closed the door, while the third man got in the driver’s seat and ignited the car. They drove out of the building, which surprisingly had no gate. Why would these thugs live in a building without a proper gate, the entrance was however surrounded with beautiful grown flowers that served

Before Skyla could complete her prayer in her mind, she could hear the sharp sound of something metallic piercing in the flesh. Skyla turned to the source of the sound and was stunned to see that those sounds were made by the thorns that were coming down from the trees at a greater intensity and the thorns appeared sharper and long as compared to the previous ones. The moment they came in contact with the man's upper body, they would straight away dig themselves inside and tear his flesh in just one swoop and some drops of blood started trickling out.

The thorns seemed to pulsate with a dark energy, as if they were alive, waiting to ensnare their next victim. The thorns were a warning to any who entered the dungeon - a warning that this was a place of pain and suffering, a place where only the strongest could survive. Bree shivered as she looked around the dungeon, feeling a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that she was in for a long and brutal punishment, and that the thorns would be her constant companions throughout her time in the dungeon.

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.

Yellow robes. He looked down, and he grimaced at the sight of a sylph sawing through his right thigh. The blade was serrated, and it bit into muscle slowly, grinding as it went. Blood ran in thick streams, dripping steadily to the alcove floor. His knee was already crushed, caved inward as if someone had driven a sledgehammer into it again and again. Thorns—actual fucking thorns—were embedded deep into his upper thigh, pulsing faintly with magic. And in the basin below, he saw his severed toes floating in a shallow puddle of blood and rising steam.

"Who would dare look at my woman? I'll gouge their eyes out. How can you be so alluring, Lori? I don't even want to return to the palace whenever I touch you." Fiona silently watched as Michael started taking Lorraine's clothes off while dragging her into the house. She didn't take her eyes off the house until the candles were put out. Then, she laughed quietly before turning and leaving. She traversed the night alone. Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder. It was going to rain soon. Fiona had always been afraid of thunder, but it was as if she couldn't hear it now. She slowly walked along the dark streets like a soulless zombie.

' With a thunderous crash, as if the mountain itself had been split open, another massive boulder came crashing down. Boom! Karlsen had no time to be shocked by Wendy's actions. He threw away his sword and, following her lead, leapt into the abyss. True to its name, the Maiden's Thorn was covered in sharp barbs. Jane's hands were slashed as she gripped the vine, blood streaking across her palms. Nourished by fresh blood, the vines appeared even more vibrant under the sunlight. Jane held on tightly until she caught a shadow of an arrow in her line of sight. Someone was firing on them from the other side.