Blackrock Sio Novels & Stories

The further north they traveled, the drier the air grew. At noon on the eighteenth day, an unmarked carriage slowly rolled into Blackrock City, capital of the Blackrock Kingdom. Its wheels rumbled over streets paved entirely with black volcanic rock. The air reeked of sharp sulfur, mixed with the stench of cheap ale and raw meat. Eira lifted the rough carriage curtain and gazed outside.

one of the rogues said pointing at her. Sierra squeezed her eyes as she stretch her face forward to take in their faces. “Wow… I was right about you rogues hiding in Blackstone all along” she said with a chuckle. “That’s why you shouldn’t return to tell tales” “No, that should be my statement. You should not return to tell tales” Sierra said with a smirk playing on her lips.

“Vessel.” “So do I.” He glanced at me. “You don’t think it’s a coincidence, do you? That Tess’s ritual needed Celine specifically?” “No,” I said. “And that scares the hell out of me.” *** By dusk, the fortress came into view…Blackrock. A towering stone structure carved into the base of a mountain, half-devoured by ivy and time. Its gates had rusted shut, vines wrapping around iron bars like fingers. No one had stepped inside for years.

Roman mumbled and I chuckled lightly knowing he's probably heard that from me a million times in the last two weeks, before bumping my shoulder into his side. "Well, if this isn't a Christmas miracle, I don't know what is." He stated with his own smile as he watched Tristan entertaining the kids, but I couldn't quite figure out what he was talking about. "What?" "Well, it's almost like a happy ending. For the first time in a long time BlackRock is out from under any threats, the pack is thriving, the Alpha is happy, you've got a bun in the oven. It just seems like everything is working out right you know?" He smiled with a shrug, and I glanced back at Amber still in conversation with my brot

The other group is directed by Captain Stan to go up to the 8th floor of the building. Inside the apartment, Jade and 3 others are sitting on a glass dining table. They ate and chatted happily with each other. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door from outside. She went to the door and said from inside: “Who is it?” The man's voice outside: “I am the management of the building; there is something I need to discuss with you.”

I gave a signal to my Beta. As she was dragged out, her screams echoed through the entire building. “Rylan! You’ll regret this! She’ll never forgive you!” Three days later. The Shadow Dungeons, deep in the Black Forest. This was where the Blackrock pack imprisoned its worst criminals. It hadn’t been used in centuries. The dungeon was buried deep underground, its walls made of special silver-laced stone that could completely suppress a wolf’s powers. I walked down the slippery stone steps, my footsteps echoing in the empty space.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

The frustration of the day began to recede, replaced by the familiar, satisfying chill of a predator closing in on the scent. Then, a second message from Ivan arrived. It was a single sentence, but it made the fine hairs on the back of Lorian's neck stand up. Asset in place. Observed target J. Miller displaying unusual and specific interest in the geological surveys and mineral rights reports for a location known as Blackrock Mountain, Wyoming. Requesting permission to escalate surveillance. Blackrock Mountain. The name hit Lorian like a physical blow. It wasn't just about the money. The arrogant 'Alpha Wolf' wasn't just a thief who had stumbled upon their finances. He was connected to the f