Blackstone Fortress Book Novels & Stories

The fog hung thick and heavy here, swallowing the moonlight and wrapping the world in a ghostly shroud. "Look up, little wolf," Dominic’s deep voice rumbled against her ear, commanding and sharp. Rosalie forced her heavy eyelids open, blinking through the thick mist. As the fog parted, her heart stopped in her chest. Perched on the very edge of a massive, jagged cliff was the infamous Black Fortress.

Never mourn. And he turned and ran again, with the clack of his boots echoing in the barren halls of the fortress as he went. By this time, he knew that the Inquisitor would be on the observation deck assisting Zahaynei, Almauni, and Iphor in directing the battle. It was their hope that a well coordinated attack between the magicians, the army, and the Intelligence Corps would be enough to break the rebel lines and overwhelm their forces, but Kelvin knew, also, that Lord Kallida had something special in mind for the treasonous Lord Blackridge. ***

I pushed through a side door and stepped into the open grounds of Blackthorn Fortress for the first time. The sight stole my breath. The fortress was not simply a home. It stretched across a vast plateau like its own small kingdom. Warriors trained on a wide field to my left, their blades flashing under the afternoon sun. Guards patrolled the high stone walls with disciplined steps while servants moved between outbuildings carrying supplies. Ancient statues of past Alpha Kings stood watch along the main path, their stone faces weathered by time and battle. Dense forest surrounded everything, dark and watchful. Valerian did not rule from a distant throne. He commanded an army that lived and b

--- Outside the fortress, Orion mounted his white horse once more. He looked toward the shattered walls. "Prepare the second assault." A commander bowed. "My Chancellor..." "Our scouts report Blackstone reinforcements are approaching." Orion smiled. "Excellent." "Destroy them first." He turned toward the fortress one final time. "Bring me the Moonfang Queen alive." "And kill the Alpha." --- As the order spread through the enemy ranks, hundreds of elite warriors dressed in black armor stepped forward. Unlike the regular soldiers, these wolves carried curved silver blades etched with glowing runes.

I just have to make sure no one sees the truth underneath. The final leg of the journey took us up a winding mountain road. Through the carriage window, I caught glimpses of Bloodstone Fortress rising from the mountain like something carved from the stone itself. It was a massive masterpiece, with walls that seem to reach the sky, towers that pierce the clouds, and gates of black iron that look strong enough to withstand any army. It is beautiful in a terrifying way, like a blade catching moonlight. As we approach the gates, I hear shouts from the guards. The gates open slowly, grinding like the jaws of some great beast swallowing its prey. The carriage passes through, and I feel the weight

"What primitive anomaly exists inside Chika Whitmore that forces your command to cancel a modern infrastructure project worth a hundred billion territory resources? Do your accountants no longer prioritize profit? That is raw territorial asset expansion you are throwing into the dirt!" Her absolute fixation on material gain reminded Ronan instantly of Lady Blackwell’s cold, lifeless ledger books. Freda let out a sharp, mocking bark. "You are sacrificing an empire for an asset that already belongs to the Afolayan executioner, Ronan Blackwell. Has your wolf completely lost its sanity to a delusion?"

The first thing I noticed was the silence. It wasn’t the peaceful kind. No. This one was suffocating, heavy, eerie like the walls themselves were holding their breath. The Blackwood estate was unlike anything I had ever seen. More like a fortress than a home. A sprawling mansion built from polished gray stone, lined with steel gates, surveillance cameras, and perfectly trimmed hedges that looked like they had never known chaos. Just like him. The driver dropped me off at the entrance and left without a word. I stood there for a moment, suitcase in hand, feeling like an outsider about to trespass into a world I didn’t belong in.

Limping, I followed them through the iron gates looming ahead. And then I gasped. The fortress made my stomach drop. Up close, it wasn’t pretty. It was built from black stone and the bleached ribs of wolves, a jagged fist of rock clawing at the sky. Moonlight ran down the walls in veins, and runes pulsed green when the shadows slid across them. The gate opened like a wolf’s mouth; even from here I could feel the air change and become colder, as if the stones itself were holding its breath.

Waiting for one of the Guards or Damon to come out, but no one did. ~~~ Gregory had brought me to the library, and I spent half an hour looking at books. Or at least I made him believe that I was while I was actually hunting for the Hellstone. I found it rather quickly, too; Balor's visions of where it was were very accurate. Once I found the stone, I made my way back to the entrance, where Gregory waited for me—plucking up a random book along the way to ensure he bought my story.

People dispersed, suddenly the street became empty and quiet, too empty for this time of a day, and then a tall, broad-shouldered man with black, half-long hair and equally dark eyes stood in front of Nadir. - Nadir, succubus, Lilith's child... I am Nathaniel, Fallen Angel, leader of the Black Rose squad. Samael is sending me. It's time to go home.- he spoke up, giving her a broad smile. - I'm not going back.- Nadir muttered, eyeing him angrily. She couldn't show that was afraid of him. Nathaniel was right beside her in a second and his hand tightened around her throat. - You have to come back, that's where your place is. You are a demon, you cannot live on the surface. Besides, who do you t