Will There Be A Riley Thorn Book 5 Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes while I make sure I have all the books to return to the library. Riley is a bit of a player, always dating a different girl. Sometimes more than one at a time, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. The problem is, he has terrible taste. He always picks cute girls that want to get in his pants on a first date, but they’re always needy, clingy, and high maintenance. He doesn’t want to be tied down. That’s what he says, anyway. I think he just likes the attention. Grandma Jane says he’s going to make a good father someday. I don’t see it, but Grandma sees the good in everyone.

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"No, no, no..." BECCA’S POV I didn't see the blood at first. I only saw his hands—the hands that had signed our marriage certificate with such strength—now resting limp and cold. The thorn wasn't just a metaphor anymore. It was literal. The thorns had drawn blood. "Josh," I choked out, my eyes darting around the room. The house had been tossed, but not for money. They were looking for the briefcase. It had to be the briefcase. My heart stopped. If they had found it, we were dead. If they hadn't, they were still close.

“You don’t know the full story. You don’t even know where the missing girls are. And if you try to travel, they’ll hunt you before you reach the faraway gates.” The room sagged into a cold, heavy silence. Outside, the wind pressed against the shutters, whispering of things neither woman dared say aloud. Wrenlow looked down at her half-finished knitting, the needles trembling in her hands, each stitch threatening to unravel. ★★★ ★★★ Elowyn was smoothing the last corner of her blanket when she heard the slow, deliberate steps in the hallway. She looked up just as Riven Thorney leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, an unreadable little smile on his lips.

I say quietly to Selene later that night. She looks at me. “Meaning?” “Meaning the Axis will outgrow singular stewardship,” I answer. “Whether we want it to or not.” Rowan stiffens. “You’re saying she won’t always be the center.” “I am saying she may become the first reference,” I clarify. Selene absorbs that without flinching. “Then Book Four,” she says slowly, “is about expansion.” “And Book Five,” Rowan adds grimly, “is about survival.”

“Mr. Thorn, we need to understand why you believe it is Dan. If you are correct and we can track him down, then we might just find Leila.” “So, you have no leads basically.” I stood up and paced in frustration. “Mr. Thorn, I understand your frustration, but I need you to believe me, this is going to help us find Leila. But I cannot do this without your help.” I sat for another hour giving him all the details from our past and everything I knew about Dan and the Smithe family. When I arrived home, I was exhausted physically and emotionally. My parents had gone home but Elio had taken up camp in my living room. I walked into the bedroom and felt a hole inside me knowing Leila was not there and

I read it out to Rya. She wore the same expression as me: her forehead twitched, and her eyes widened in shock. A wave of realization hit her as she turned to me, "That means if we prevent Elder Thorne from performing the next rituals, the oath will be destabilized just enough for you to resist his command!" "Exactly!" I added, with enthusiasm gripping me tightly. She looked to the side in pure wonder, lost in reason. "But we don't know where Thorne will be performing the rituals. Interrupting the rituals will only mean returning to the Silverfang pack..." Rya spoke out, her voice dripping in so much worry.

Riley’s POV I sitting in the glass gazebo in the palace gardens, holding an open book on my lap. But I hadn't read a single word in two hours. My skin felt tight with anxiety, every cell in my body waiting for the burner phone in my pocket to buzz with a message from Axel. The execution was scheduled for less than 3 days. If Axel didn't strike soon, Uncle Jo, the young healer girl, and dozens of others would be dead. Suddenly, a tall shadow fell over my book.

The new story will still be in the world of the Thorne. It would still have weavers, werewolves, and maybe, just maybe, a new addition to the power hierarchy. What I would say though, is that Aria's story is done. The new protagonist would not be her. Could it be a wolf from her pack? Again, maybe? But I can’t say until the book is out. I hope you all support it when it does come out. * When is it going to come out? Well, that’s a secret.