Thrawn X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Thorne’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him as his mouth claimed mine—fiercer than Ronan’s, all raw hunger and possession. I melted into it, one hand tangling in his hair while the other reached back blindly for Draven. Draven caught my wrist, his lips brushing my ear. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he murmured, his voice a husky promise. He nipped at my neck, sending shivers down my spine, as Thorne’s kiss turned even more demanding. The air in the room thickened with their scents—musk and pine and something primal that made my wolf stir inside me.

“I have to admit, she’s quite captivating.” Tristan’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t say anything. Not yet. Thorne winks at me before turning and striding past him, whistling. I exhale slowly, my heart still slamming against my ribs. I just had a conversation with Thorne Sinclair, and I didn’t even know it. The day is long and hard, it's like Tristan is even more on edge because of his brother's visit. I’m given errand after errand, barely given time to breathe.

Thorne. Isn't this fantastic! My beast wants Will and my vamp wants Thorne. Thorne the man I loathe and Will the man I'm indifferent to. Both dominant. One caring, One not. Both of them excite and thrill me. One of them scares me and the other doesn't. I'm drawn to both of them. One bad, One good-ish.

fury.Tavian’s jaw clenched.He had wanted to intervene. Had almost stepped forward. But getting between Rhydian and his targets never ended well, and Tavian had learned to pick his battles.He remembered turning back to look at Aurelian one last time before he followed Rhydian into the academy. That look Aurelian gave him was one of a kind. And it only stared a level of interest in him.Slowly, his hand trailed down his chest and stoped right on his navel.He imagined his hand wrapped cautiously around Aurelian’s throat. His body pinning him to the wall. Those violet eyes wide and startled, his lips parted in surprise.“Hmmm,” his wolf, Rain, finally decided to make an entrance after a quiet ret

But there was one thing that was common in all their outfits. A brochure stood out. A brochure designed with the Blackthorn's emblem. An idea of who they were suddenly flickered in my head. I stepped closer, reading the inscriptions beneath a portrait. “Alpha Condé sur Escaut of Blackthorn. The fifth Alpha in the ancestry of the Blackthorn lineage. Husband to Lunara Ashfa Escaut Blackthorn.” The next portrait was that of a bald man with a crooked nose. His moustache was long and firm, giving him a mean expression. Just like the rest, his eyes were blue, emotionless and empty.

"I haven't—" "Blackthorn crossed my border for you." His fingers stayed where they were. "Under their Alpha's banner. They called a war down on themselves over a rogue omega nobody wanted." He tilted my face a fraction more, until there was nowhere else to look but at him. "So you're going to tell me a few things. And this time you're going to tell me the truth." His hand was warm against my throat and his voice was very quiet and I felt the pull of it low in my body, the thing I had no name for and no defense against, one day into this house and already coming apart at a touch I hadn't agreed to.

Suddenly, chains shot out of the ground like vines, snaking around my body and wrapping me tight. “Hey,” I screamed as I writhed and struggled against the chains. "Fucking let go of me you fucking creep.” Thorne said nothing–just walked up to me, his hands behind his back. Standing in front of me, he tilted his head to the side and two smaller chains exploded from the floor beneath me, gripping the sides of my mouth and forcing it open. “Two thousand years," he muttered, the chains tilting to force my face to meet his. "I have been trapped in that devil-damned book by my own brother.”

She read the name inscribed beside her own, scrawled in a distinct hand and etched with ethereal ash: **Bastian Thorne, Guardian of the Hollow.** (Ancestor of Tristan M. Thorne) For a moment, the air around them thickened as realization washed over Autumn, her breath escaping her lips in a shaky whisper. “You’re not just connected to me,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re tied to her.” Tristan studied the page in silence, absorbing the weight of the revelation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice heavy with disbelief. “I didn’t know...”

Yet, it doesn’t suit her at all—too soft, too clean for the woman standing beside me. “I know prison must have… changed you.” Elara says tightly, “but this? A criminal?” Elara shakes her head, gesturing at me. “Just look at what he did to Victor. Is this really the man you married?” Her eyes actually fill with disappointment. The audacity of it would almost be funny—if that wasn’t the moment my attention snaps fully to my wife. Prison? My mind starts working, pieces sliding into place. Rhea’s fighting style, brutal and defensive. The way she moves like someone who learned to survive, not perform. How she knows Titan.

Chapter 1: Arrival A warm weight pushed Guard further into the berth; the smell of heat and clean male skin told him the identity of the other man before he even opened his eyes. Reader had a scent Guard would recognize anywhere. It was always Reader who captured his attention. "Are you well? Your restraints seem to have failed." Reader pushed his face into the curve of Guard's neck, his lips tickled as they moved with his words, "I loosed the restraints as soon as I felt the awakening mist. I've been waiting on you to recognize we've arrived. I thought you might be---harmed."