dominique thorne

[WSA Newbie 2025 Entry] The Heavenly Dao is fickle—a phrase he had heard all his life. Only after that incident did Adrian truly understand the meaning behind those words. From having it all—wealth, power, prestige—to nothing at all. Even his fiancée abandoned him. On the Floating Cloud Continent, the House of Thorne, one of the Twelve Great Houses, was reduced to rubble and dead bodies after a mysterious attack by the Demonic Faction. All that remained was a blood-soaked pendant and a broken future. That is, until his blood awakens the pendant, unleashing a dazzling light. When he regains consciousness, his pursuers are gone—but so is the life he once knew. Now, with only his younger brother and a loyal servant girl by his side, Adrian ventures into the night. Armed solely with the mysterious pendant and the inheritance it holds, he must walk the path of cultivation. Can he rebuild the House of Thorne from the ashes? Will he uncover the traitor who aided the demonic faction? He won't stop until even the heavens know his name and fear it. Please share your opinions with comments and reviews. Gifts will always be appreciated. Note: Every 200 PS = 1 bonus chapter Bonus chapters will be delivered at the end of every month.

Jay Markov is the golden boy of St. Ivy High- Charming, and effortlessly loved. But behind the easy smiles and chaotic school days lies a truth no one can know: he's the second son of the secretive Markov family, a shadow dynasty that quietly rules the nation. Balancing ruthless family politics, rival heirs, and the warmth of friendships he desperately wants to protect, Jay walks a razor's edge between two worlds. As secrets unravel and emotions run high, one thing becomes clear— The throne he ran from... may be the one he's meant to claim.

In the fractured realm of Vael'Dar, where ancient gods lie buried beneath cursed mountains and kingdoms crumble beneath their own greed, chaos is the only constant. War brews on every border, and whispers of an otherworldly power rising from the shadows send shivers down the spines of kings. Enter *Kael Thorne* — a rogue mercenary with a blade too sharp and a mouth too fast — and *Nyra Thunderhand*, a former storm priestess turned outlaw, wielding the last remnants of a forbidden magic. Bound by coin, survival, and a shared hatred for authority, the two take on a contract that plunges them into a conflict far greater than coin or glory. A war is coming — not just of swords and soldiers, but of forgotten beasts, broken gods, and a power that can unmake the world. But Kael and Nyra don’t save the world. They just make sure it doesn’t kill them first.

Ignatius Thorn felt his life slipping away as he stared at his screen, the game he had invested so much in finally booting up. Drawn into its digital depths, He sat alongside the character he had purchased that day. At first, his fantasy life seemed perfect—until disaster struck. Finding the murderer would become his priority. With his system, he would grow stronger. Mystery and adventure await Ignatius as he builds his harem, fighting for his place in this new world. One chapter a day. 1500-2000 words.

"I WILL NOT WAKE HIM" My voice thunders through the large throne room. All who reside in it are brought to their knees. Cowering and bowing their heads. I take a sharp inhale and the wave of power leaves them and they return to their previous positions. Another member of my court approaches, I nod allowing her to come forward. Her long green dress, compliments her light brown hair and golden eyes. "Mara, what say you?" Alarich takes her hand and guides her forward "My beautiful queen, only your blood can wake him, if you see it fit to subdue him after and place him back to rest. My men and I will happily comply" I smile at her and Alarich. "You think it's that easy. I will not be weak. You know this and he will see to it I am, specially if I carry his child". Alarich places a gentle kiss to Mara's forehead. Grateful for his loves presence and offer. "Majesty your mark moves, it longs for him" She looks up at me with hopeful eyes. "Oh Mara, I cannot allow him back into the world. I am strong enough to take a rebellion on by myself, no one can kill me with this mark and no one else can hold it, whilst I'm alive. "You ask me to wake the only one who can kill me?"

Lea, born as a girl of strength and boldness. Daughter of a man called Landi who is among the poor citizens of the poor country, Maneth. Lea, being a very hardworking girl would do anything in her power to provide the little she can to meet she and her father's needs. BUT... A time came where the girls of the Age range:- 17-23, started missing. This caused a great panic to arise in Maneth. Lea and her father was not aware of this, and with this, Lea, who would go out very early in the morning and come back late in the night, went out at night to find something that she and her father would eat. But in the process of searching, she got kidnapped. Lea, in tears, followed the men to the far lands, known as Barenui. She is held captive for days and weeks. On the day that they finally had the opportunity to see the sun, Lea came across a man dressed in a Royal Robe. Of course, all ladies will be careful with newly met strangers. She tried her best to not get carried away by his looks, and prevailed a little, but not in full. She missed her step and wanted to tumble on the floor, but instead fell on something light and soft. Lea fell on him, but with the strength in his veins, he maintained stability. She thanked him and quickly left. When finally the news of the Prince Of Barenui was looking for a wife and that was the reason for the kidnapping of girls from farther lands, the girls from Maneth shed hot tears because if they get picked, they may not get to see their parents ever again. The day finally came and the lady was selected. Lea, was surprised when she saw that the Prince of Barenui... Was the man she came across with some days back...

She felt his tongue glide over her shoulder, his breath warm as his lips pressed against her bare skin. His left hand pinned both of hers above her head, firm and unyielding. He didn’t rush his mouth moved slowly, trailing down to her collarbone, then between the curve of her chest. “Lucas…” she breathed, a soft moan slipping past her lips. But he neither stopped nor opened his eyes. “I warned you, didn’t I?” His voice was low, edged with dark amusement. “But my dear Vie had to know. So now…” He leaned closer, his mouth brushing her skin again. “I’ll show you what it means to wake me.” When Evie accepts an invitation to the Lord of Havethrone’s masquerade ball, she doesn’t expect much certainly not to find herself drawn into a world of shadowed halls, whispered legends, and a masked man whose gaze seems to unravel her. Lucas Thorne is charming, powerful, and dangerously inhuman. No one sees the Lord of Havethrone and returns unchanged.

Two princes, one girl destined to be Queen Which will rule? Love or Royalty? Samara Elizabeth Shaw lived her life believing she was the true daughter of royalty. After the shocking discovery of heir illegitimacy and an attempt by the queen to sell her off, the young woman soon finds herself in a community far away from civilization. Hope fades away for her as her opportunity for freedom soon becomes a life of fantasy and secrets. On a journey to find the truth, broken pieces from her past are revived and more questions remain unanswered as it was up to her to choose who will become the rightful king in a land far away from home. New parts of her life unleashed and she finds herself more and more like the people she considered out of the ordinary. BELLUM, a tribe of warriors is left distraught after the death of the king and queen. Which of the twins will rule the tribe? The fate of the great land lies in the hand of a young woman. Will she be able to realise all she truly is and will her decision bring peace? Find out in Thorne Academy

In a realm where runes shape fate and forgotten gods stir, a girl born of flame must awaken… or burn the world down with her. Sylara Thorne was never meant to survive. Branded by ancient runes no one understands and bound to a sleeping magic wolf that pulses through her veins, she was raised behind cold stone and whispered prayers in the House of Orphaned Flame. The truth of her blood is buried—hidden beneath centuries of silence, locked behind powers she was never taught to wield. Now, the realm teeters on the edge of something vast and violent. Magic is shifting. Creatures once thought myth begin to rise. And Sylara’s runes are waking. But as one of them pulses to life beneath her feet—calling to a force not seen in an age—Sylara realizes her soul is not whole. Somewhere beyond the Veil, someone answers her magic with his own. Powerful. Unseen. Unaware of who she is… or what they’re meant to become. She is the spark. He is the storm. And the gods are no longer sleeping.

For six years, I sacrificed everything to be the perfect wife. I was Eliza Thorne, heiress to a corporate empire, but I became Jane Doe—a plain, unassuming woman who poured every ounce of her secret genius into building her husband's dream. I gave him my heart, my intellect, and my loyalty, all while hiding the immense power of my real name. My reward was a knife in the back, delivered by the two people I should have been able to trust. "She's a boring little mouse," he laughed with my own sister, the sound echoing in the office I helped him build. "Once we sell the company, we'll leave her with nothing but dust." They were wrong. They didn't leave me with dust. They left me with a cold, burning rage and a thirst for absolute vengeance. That night, Jane Doe died, and Eliza Thorne came home. Now, the man who called me a "useless burden" is about to walk into the most important meeting of his life, ready to close the deal that will make him a king. But when he enters that boardroom, he won't find a room of investors waiting for him. He'll find me at the head of the table. He will beg the woman he discarded for mercy. But the mouse is gone. And the queen shows no mercy. They took my love. Now, I'm taking everything else.