The Thread of Thorns

The Thread of Thorns

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In the vibrant Kingdom of Arvelai, Princess Auren, daughter of the cruel, wicked Queen Kaiya, strives to be better. When she was a mere child, she suffered the loss of not only her father, but also her two siblings, a baker who she loved dearly, and his familiar. When Auren got her familiar, Nyra, at age nine...everyone was shocked. Now, she's 18, and she's a dreamer with a crown...until, that is, she meets Kael...the assassin sent to kill her. Instead, they become friends...(Well, AFTER he tries to kill her...) They end up having a blood bond!! And he hides when Kaiya comes into sight. Kaiya snaps at Auren and Nyra, and hurts Nyra, making their connection...go bad. So, with help from Kael, and his familiar Vex, they go to a mountainside clinic for familiars...only to find...someone from Auren's past. Well...two...someone's.... Read my story to find out more!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Genre: Action | Fantasy | Romance Her hair was as light as daylight, and her eyes burned like the sun itself. Liora stood frozen, heart hammering as the woman descended from her throne-each step elegant yet commanding. The closer she came, the heavier the air felt, until Elunara stood directly before her, gaze sharp and unrelenting. Liora tried to look away. She failed. Elunara tilted her chin upward, forcing their eyes to meet. "So... you're the one I'm meant to marry?" she asked, her voice smooth like honey laced with venom. Her eyes roamed over Liora's face, slow and deliberate. Liora knew she should answer. Knew silence might be taken as disrespect. But this woman-goddess-like in beauty, terrifying in presence-had stolen the words right from her throat. Elunara smirked, leaning in close enough that Liora could feel the warmth of her breath. She traced a finger along Liora's bottom lip, eyes flicking down with unsettling intent. "I don't bite, darling," she whispered huskily. A pause. "Well... not yet." ⸻ ⚠️ Content Warning: This story includes mature themes such as explicit sexual content (smut), strong language, violence, discussions of incest, and instances of homophobia. No warnings are given before these scenes occur. Please read at your own discretion. ⚠️

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