Wings Of Fire Thorn Novels & Stories

Whispering into the breeze telling its ancient tale. I've underestimated Gwen I knew right in that moment. A large wave of pale glittering magic surges from her toward Silas and my mates. My heart lurches before I run to them time slows. The soil groans beneath my feet and kicks up behind me as the magic hurls toward my mates. My life. The reason I am here today. I don't think and throw myself in front of them my back to Gwen. A wall of fire shoots from me just as the magic collides with my back. My flesh feels as if it melts from my body but I don't stumble from the blow and hold my wall of fire strong protecting my mates. Two large feathered wings are outstretched. Flames dance from them i

I close my eyes biting my lower lip and say softly, “Hands to yourselves Mr. Hawthorne.” “You make me turn on whenever we’re alone, especially when we are in a confined space.” Adrian whispered into my ear as I felt his breath tingling around my neck and could feel my arm hair rise, having goosebumps as he stroked my arm gently up and down. He pushes me slowly into the small room that has a small bed which has only a divider that separates the room.

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace

Turning the flame in law I left a long breath while continuing to chop veggies, after a moment I said "I almost got a heart attack " "why ? were you expecting Ram instead of me ?'' The moment he said those words, I stopped whatever I was doing. A sudden rush of discomfort ran through my body. I felt the immediate lump forming in my throat. It became difficult to breathe. My chest was feeling heavy with a lot of unsaid words buried inside it. A pair of tears slipped out of my eyes, sniffing as low as I could. I dropped the knife and tried to take his hands from my waist. But as usual, his strong grip made me cry out loud.

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.

Rafael closed his eyes again, exhaling through his nose. He knew the moment wouldn’t last. The world would come crashing back soon — with blood and enemies and consequences. But for now? He allowed himself this. This tiny slice of peace in a life built on violence. And deep down, he made a silent vow: He would burn the world before letting anyone take her from him. Amara’s POV She didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break whatever fragile magic had wrapped around them during the night. But the world outside their cocoon was persistent — creeping into the edges of her awareness.

he asked, his voice cold. When Varius didn’t answer, his tone only grew harsher. “What did you see?” Varius took the longest breath I had ever seen. His hand lifted, fingers brushing over Thorne’s beak before he squeezed it. He was trying to keep the raven quiet. “You shall lift from the ground,” Varius began, “but the earth shall not answer. You shall lead armies that march only in your mind, and you are bound to lo—” Varius had barely finished before a sharp cry rang out. Thorne suddenly snapped his beak down hard on Varius’s finger, and he groaned out in pain, clutching his hand as Thorne’s wings flapped wildly.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

Isabella added. Everyone's attention was already on us and few people had their phones out recording the exchange. Ella turned to me “Leila, can we please just ignore these nitwits, they aren't worth our time”. What followed was a blur, but all I could feel was oil from the stew running down my face before hearing the sound of a palm striking a face. The pepper in the stew was stinging my eyes, and all I could think of was getting some water to wash it away.

I dropped my dagger and caught Thorne’s blades with my bare hands. The silver hissed against my palms, the smoke rising in thick, white clouds. Thorne’s eyes widened in terror as he realized he wasn't drinking my light—he was being burned by it. "The sun doesn't just shine, Thorne," I said, my voice resonating with the frequency of the Tenth Cycle. "It forges." I funneled the emerald fire into the silver blades. The ancient metal, designed to kill my kind, began to glow, then melt. Thorne screamed as his own weapons turned into liquid slag, burning his hands and dripping onto the salt circle.