Thragg Novels & Stories

**************** Aiden It was a Monday morning, and I was on my way to work. The traffic was a nightmare. I cursed as the signal went red. The gods wanted me to be late on purpose. As the pedestrians crossed from one side to the other, I sighed. I'm not sure why she drew my attention. Was it because she was dressed in a bright colour that made her stand out from the crowd? Her outfit consisted of a dark red shirt and blue jeans. Or the fact that she was limping and appeared to be straining to walk?

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

"Thorne is a Blackthorn. They have a jagged thorny crown and it is the sign of power and blood. This... this is something else. It appears to be the leftover of the Old Gods, the sign of the First Packs. I have never even heard of this in the forbidden scrolls. It shouldn't exist, Jessica. This has not been witnessed on this earth in centuries.” I suddenly felt a desperate, animalistic passion to see my own death, and, therefore, I dashed toward a shallow pool of rainwater that had collected against the wall of the cave. I disregarded the objection of my mangled ankle, and dragged my body with the sharp stones as though I were a wounded animal. I swung round and gathered the shift under my s

Hers were shaking. "Elara. Something… something amazing has happened." "What is it? Are you okay?" I asked, getting more worried. "I'm better than okay." A tear rolled down her cheek. She laughed and wiped it off. "This morning… a charity. The 'Thorne Family Foundation.' They called the bank. They… they gave us money. A lot of money." "Money?" I repeated, confused. "How much?" She told me the number. My legs felt weak. I had to sit in the old chair by her desk. The number she said… it wasn't just money to fix a leak. It was money to change everything. For years.

Pain shot through my head as loud smacking sounds echoed. Just then, something fell from my head. Looking down, I saw two large black scorpions. Sarah's face was pale. She gritted her teeth and stomped on each scorpion, crushing them both. My heart pounded like a drum, my legs went weak, and I collapsed onto the long bench. Sarah also slumped into the wooden reclining chair, gasping for breath. As my terror began to settle, my eyes unconsciously fell on the mess of scorpion remains. I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the crushed remains seemed to be moving on their own.

There was seriously no better time than now to appreciate her dark skin tone, at least she was sure her cheeks were not all pink and flushed but the blush did tickle her a bit. "My name is Thygas and this is Gorgor" he answer calmly. 'Gorgor?' Was she dreaming right now? "Gorgor?!" She looked very surprised. "Yes Rain" he breathed out of frustration. He was actually too tired to answer her, just like earlier but sadly he could not knock her out again because this time around, she might never wake. He knew Trivenians were weak generally so he did not want to take chances. "This is Gorgor"

Lyra lowered her eyes, her voice tinged with frustration: "I didn’t do it to prove anything. And it wasn’t to make anyone worry." She paused, adjusted her breathing, then continued: "At Vinterfall Spring, I discovered a mineral called Thanorite. That’s what’s contaminating the water." Raven frowned. That name was unfamiliar. “Thanorite?”

I walked up the stairs quickly but instead of heading to the library, I heading to my room, locking all the doors. As I locked the last door and turned, I came face to face with a frowning Margot. “Quillon is my last name” I breathed. “No shit Sherlock” she said sarcastically, folding her Arms. “So you figured it out huh?” “Quillon, what ……what does it mean?” “It means sword, but I’m not the one to tell you the history of all that, you have to help me” she said, her voice turning urgent. “I can only help you if I am out of this state” she added, “what do you mean?” “I can’t stay here long, I……..” and then she was gone.

The Veilborn magic had no mercy. It didn't care about allies or enemies. It cared only about survival. The clearing twisted. The air grew thicker. Reality itself frayed at the seams. I stumbled forward, trying to rein it back in—trying to remember who I was. **Thorold.** Son of Ryker and Zara. Alpha Heir of Stormfang. *Not* a weapon. *Not* a monster. I closed my eyes, forcing the thought through the torrent. "I am not theirs," I whispered.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.