Black Thread Near Me Novels & Stories

I moved on. Now, I'm strangely feeling the same fixation as those nights, but on something peculiar. The obsession forms dangerous roots around something I should ignore, but it's stronger than I am. I pull the black card from my jeans pocket and examine the three-headed dog that begs to be deciphered. I scan it with my cell phone camera and wait. Nothing happens. I slowly slide my thumb over it, trying to feel the raised letters, and I notice a tiny sequence of numbers in the bottom right corner. Against the light, they glisten a bit more. -23.517635, -46.703601

I said quickly. I tried to focus on something else. “Is my coffee ready?” I asked, unable to stand being here another second. “In a minute,” she said, still staring at me. Her voice was calm, but there was a weight behind her words. “There’s only one person in this town who can help you… and show you where Blackthorn Lane is.” “Who?” I asked, my curiosity and nerves twisting together. “I’d have to put a call to him,” she said slowly. “If you’re not in a hurry… or not too scared to leave your truck… You could sit and wait for him.”

Thorncrest Keep to the east. The quarry trail to the south. Human villages scattered like fragile sparks across the borderlands. And north, inked in black, a place no one willingly entered. Black Hollow. The name seemed darker than the rest of the map. I touched it. A chill passed through the tent. Not from outside. From below. From memory. Chains dragging across stone. A voice in death. Finally. I found you. My fingers stilled. “What are you?” I whispered. The candle beside me flickered.

Black Council was placed in such a place that no one could find it. On the top, it was protected with the witch shield, but it was not the same for the hospital. It was on the outskirts of the place, a place that couldn’t be found by everyone. It wasn’t that the hospital wasn’t a safe place; it was. It’s just that it could be seen while the area where they were living was hidden with mountains, forest, and thick fog.

"Do you want me to stay?" Idris Blackthorne’s voice rumbles like low thunder, his fingers tightening against my jaw as his heavy frame presses me into the narrow mattress of the Bloodmoon Healing Center. His amber eyes burn with pure, terrifying territorial possessiveness, locking onto mine like a predator pinning its prey.

Worse— she's chained. A text appeared beneath the video… ‘If you want your friend alive, arrive at Blackridge Warehouse. Alone.’

I hated that Andrew noticed. "Four minutes and thirty-eight seconds." "Shut up." Daniel opened his door. We stepped out. --- 317 Blackthorn Road did not look sinister. That was disappointing. Some part of me expected iron gates. Gargoyles. Maybe lightning. Instead it looked like an old estate. Stone house. Three stories. Dark windows. Overgrown hedges. A long circular driveway partially covered in fallen leaves. No neighboring houses visible. Lucian stood near the entrance. His gun was still in his hand.

Oh, we still took time robbing the other village, that's how he made it here first,' Ithel had a sudden realisation. "Shut up! Ithel, how many times did i warn you about badging in-" Raek spoke as he scowled. Exasperated, Ithel interrupted him , "boss, it's quiet urgent. We found the black thunder. It's at El-Tarter." What?

“Same places?” He nodded, then hesitated. “Where?” I asked softly. He licked his lips, suddenly nervous again. “Near that Blackthorn garage a few times. Late. Not every night. Just... enough that you start noticing. And then there’s another place.” There it was. My pulse jumped. “What place?” He tipped his glass back, drained what was left of the pint, and set it down a little too hard. “One of the older warehouse sites near the back stretch off the bypass. Half derelict. Most people avoid it.”

Thomas stared at the road ahead, and he was immersed in his thoughts. What kind of presence was Art Trading Corporation to have such huge energy that created unrest in the Southland District? It started to drizzle. An invisible war would start soon. What would happen at Blackwater Dock near midnight in three days’ time? Thomas really looked forward to it.