Thrall Diner Novels & Stories

Every clink of a fork felt like a countdown to a funeral. We sat in the belly of the Salt Throne, a rusted but magnificent freighter that had been converted into a dining hall for the coastal elite. Across from us sat Silas’s rival, a man named Thorne. He was an Architect of the tides, a billionaire who had traded his tech for the control of the shipping lanes.

Mira said, nodding toward Leo. “You sure?” “Get. Go.” She shooed me away with a bar rag as she headed back to the bar. I looked at Leo. “Well, I guess I’m done.” He grinned and jerked a thumb toward the door. “Are you hungry?” “Starving. I was gonna throw together a grilled cheese when I got home.” “Forget that. Come on. There’s a diner five minutes down the road—open 24/7. Killer burgers, and their Greek omelet’s really good if you’re into olives.”

Instead, I walked down the narrow tunnels until I reached an isolated chamber beneath the armory. Within minutes, Thorne slipped past the iron threshold, his boots clattering as he closed the door behind him. He took one look at my bared fangs and the restless energy swamping my scent. “What happened in the vaults, Draken?” Thorne asked, “Did the Luna—”

You’ll be the bridge that gets me in contact with House Lundren. “Please follow me, dear customer! To the best inn in the area we go!” TMDOHLRAAR_GN_CCASANN

There was a knock on the door as soon as he finished speaking. Granger and Moran were there. With raised eyebrows at the throng within, Moran opened the door. "Whoa, didn't expect this many people!" After all, this was the restaurant owned by his family. When the manager stated that Thorne was present, Moran decided to stop over and say hello after he and Granger had stopped by for supper. He certainly hadn't anticipated seeing so many familiar people.

The inner district is where it ends for Thornhaven's nobility. Lucian arrives to find the remnants of Thornhaven's noble houses in the central hall, the civilians they have been protecting crowded behind them, and Kaelen's revenants pressing from three sides. Darian is at the front of the defense line, a sword in each hand, blood running from a wound along the jaw that has not slowed him and several more visible through tears in the armor that probably have. Darian sees Lucian arrive through the hall's eastern entrance and the look on his face is the specific look of someone who has been holding something together through will alone and has just been told they can stop.

As everyone finishes their meals and desserts there are many people beginning to stand and walking around mingling. “Come Derek, Davina. Let me introduce you to a few people.” I look over at Maliyah making sure she’s alright. “Do not worry Derek. I won’t let Maliyah out of my sight,” says Aspen. I nod at him and follow Bjarki. “Derek, Davina I’d like to introduce you to my captain of the guards, Thalin and his wife Tara.” “It is a pleasure to meet you both,” says Davina. “We are honored to meet the silver dragon and her mate. I am sure we will see more of each other when it comes to battle strategy,” says Thalin.

ELARIA Father and Uncle conversed in monotone as I entered the dining room for lunch. Mother sat poised at Father's side, her hands delicately cradling her fork and knife as she picked at her roasted meat. Thrystan was absent from the table, off to the Dragon Spire with the other chosen Embers under Brax's supervision. I remembered how I had asked him to include Arwyn’s name on that list; if she was there, Thrystan would likely want to be present and attentive as well.

Right at this moment, a servant hesitantly entered the sitting room. "Master, Young Mistress, and Young Mistress's husband, lunch is ready. Please proceed to the Dining hall." Her soft call drifted in the hall, startling Li Chen out of his fervent recollection of the Great War. Seeing it was lunchtime, the three shifted to the dining hall and enjoyed their meal in silence.

Instead my spent cock gave a traitorous twitch, smearing a fresh bead of pre-cum down my thigh. They brought me to the great hall. Long tables were already filling with the pack: warriors, enforcers, visiting Alphas from allied clans. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread mingled with the heavier stink of arousal. Conversation quieted as we entered. Thorne shoved me forward. I stumbled, caught myself on the edge of the head table, plug shifting hard enough to wring a choked moan from my throat. “Attention,” Ryk announced, voice carrying easily. “Our new pretty boy needs breakfast. Who wants to feed him?”