Blackjack Fallout: Equestria Novels & Stories

He fucked up, but it could have been way worse. I looked up from the ground that Blackjack was walking on up to the horses grazing in one of the east pastures close to the highway. There was better grass here for them this time of year, but it was no longer safe to have the horses out where we couldn’t keep them safe from theft again.

Jax replied with a grin, “driving isn’t my only forte.” They all laughed. Outside, dusk had begun to fall over the palace grounds. Some guests were still chatting in small clusters. Amber paused as her eyes caught movement—Isis and Rhea near a white horse. The horse neighed and jerked its head toward them. Its eyes gleamed unnaturally—almost sentient. Miriam clutched her chest. Amber stood frozen, gaze locked on the beast. “You feel it too?” she whispered. “There’s something strange,” Miriam murmured. “You feel it too?”

Lucien’s POV I pulled up to the Blackwood packhouse with a huge grin on my face. My mate will now be permanently here. Elena had already renounced Silvercrest along with her father, and tonight she would be fully accepted into the Blackwood Pack. Ex Gamma Tobias parked right behind me. I quickly shut off the engine, hopped out, and ran around to Elena’s side. The second she unbuckled, I lifted her out of the truck, spun her around, and set her on her feet. She laughed and kissed me.

The lobby of the Windchaser Outpost. The wind outside slammed against the wooden windows, making them rattle loudly. Eira sat at the scratch-marked wooden table, studying the map of Blackrock City’s sewers Leo had given her the night before. The map was a tangled web of lines, marking the exact locations of dozens of drainage outlets. She needed to find the best route for a stealth infiltration. BANG! The outpost door was kicked open. Eve burst in, wearing her dark golden armor, grinning from ear to ear.

Alexander broke the kiss instantly, his stormy gray eyes narrowing into slits of pure fury as the screen displayed a new, flashing prompt. *Phase Three Failsafe Active: Target Location Sealed.* The war wasn't over. The game had just changed entirely.

Garrick spat, though his voice lacked its former resonance. "I’ve come for the ledger, Garrick," Elena replied, her tone indifferent. "The Council is aware of the missing reserves and the black-market trade routes you utilized. You have one chance to minimize the fallout for your people. Tell us where the assets are hidden." Garrick laughed, a dry, hacking sound. "You think you can save them? You think a few sacks of grain and some medicine will make them forget who they are? They are Bloodstone. They are predators. They will turn on you the moment you show weakness."

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

Chapter one Rejected Elena Pov "I, Blake Blackwood, future Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack rejects you, Elena Reynolds as my fated mate and future Luna". "Ugh.. - " I gasped and groaned as blinding pain ripped through me sending me collapsing to the ground. I clenched my chest tightly and my heart leaped almost out of my chest. I couldn't breathe. The ground felt like it had been ripped off from under me and tears burned my eyes.

The queen of shadows was finally exposed, her empire in ruins, and her secrets unraveling under the scorching light of justice. Fiona watched from the observation deck above, arms folded as reporters barked questions into the void. Every news station across the globe was tuned into this historic moment. The collapse of the Echelon, the fall of its most enigmatic leader, and the brave few who had torn down its walls. “This almost feels… peaceful,” Fiona said quietly, her voice lost in the buzz of cameras below. Darwin stood beside her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. “Peace never comes without cost.”

“His magic flares in the mist... wild, untamed. He’s near the ledge.” Selene’s hand tightened on the pommel of her sword. “Be careful... he’s dangerous.” Ryker offered a reassuring grin. “Danger is her element.” Nyra shot him a sidelong look. “And yours.” The road ended at a clearing where the river plunged over polished stone into a churning pool. Moonlight and torchlight danced on the spray, creating halos of mist. At the lip of the falls stood Kaelen Blackthorn, the Rogue Prince, cloak torn at the shoulder, hair plastered with mist. He turned as they emerged, face half‑hidden by shadow and spray.