Romans & histoires Thragg

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

Every inhale ended in a feral growl. He reached the eastern gate within seconds. Fresh tracks littered the mud boots, at least five pairs. Drag marks. A faint indentation from a dropped weapon. And blood. Just a single drop. Aella’s. Thalen’s chest constricted with a rage so consuming he tasted metal. He lowered his head and inhaled deeply. Her scent burned through him familiar, soft, threaded with magic… but weakened. Drugged. “Red Fang,” he growled, recognizing the bitter herb mixed with her scent. “Cowards.”

0** *(Thunder Crown Forged – Soulbound)* - **Type:** Legendary Katana (Evolves w/ User) - **Damage:** 15,000-25,000 Base (Scales w/ Storm Charge: +10,000/sec) - **Special:** - **Lightning Drink:** Absorbs any energy attack; converts to user MP (+200% efficiency). - **Storm Spit:** Releases absorbed power as targeted cataclysm (Drowns Gods; AoE: 10km). - **Deep Script Edge:** Cuts contracts, souls, realities (Ignores 100% Immortal Resistance). - **Crown Synergy:** +500% vs. Death Lords/Underworld (Post-Xibalba Upgrade). - **Passive:** User immune to blade backlash; sings when blood is near. - **Durability:** Indestructible (Self-Repairs via Thunder)

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

Dark energy ripple off its body like heat from flame. ‎ ‎Dark magic. ‎ ‎“Thorne…” I whisper. “That’s-” ‎ ‎“I know.” ‎ ‎The creature let out a roar that split the sky. The sound tears through the field, and for a moment, even the bravest warriors falters. ‎ ‎Thorne steps forward, gripping his sword tighter. “Stay back.” ‎ ‎“Not a chance.” ‎ ‎“Mia this is not the time to argue!” ‎ ‎“I said no.”

Thunder rumbled ahead, releasing more rain which stoned against my skin in vengeance. I peeled my eyes away from my grieving friend and looked around the completely destroyed surroundings. It was a sea of black ash, with only skeletons left of what was once buildings and structures. Bodies lay in the puddles, many of them too burned to be recognizable. Some were in their wolf forms, probably trying to use the superior agility to escape the fire… but failed. Other bodies had melted into the ground, peeling back skin from teeth and bones. Trithorn was a metal mining pack. Small, but wealthy. Every pack needed their rarest, deadliest steel and weapons. Even Eldermagyn soldiers, fucking bullies

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

He chuckles. It’s my turn to have a little fun, so taking a page out of my mother’s book, I grab the cactus and shove it down the rogue’s throat. He gags, splutters, and screams around the prickly little bastard before I rip it out, making sure to tear as much of his esophagus as possible. He screams in agony as the glochids, or the short little prickles, lodge in his throat. “What do you want with Juniper!?” I shout again.

My world is a mapped out labyrinth. A seemingly impossible quest to find anything in the latter. Something so simple for others, but to me an unobtainable thing. Serenity, the one thing I yearn for since I can remember. Right in the centre of all the chaos and destruction, I dare to say, was brought upon me by my beloved ones. In a world as dark and cunning as mine one would think to take the first opportunity and get away from it all. All the anger and desires burning one from the inside and starting anew.