Novel & Cerita Blackstone Fortress Book

Chapter 82: The Siege Begins The sound of claws on stone was the sound of our doom. It was a wet and scraping noise. It echoed from every side of the fortress. They were swarming up the vertical cliffs like spiders made of nightmare. Victor stood on the wall. He kicked a Bone Wolf in the face. The creature’s skull shattered. But it did not fall. The bone fragments floated in the air. They swirled around Victor’s head like a swarm of angry hornets. Then they snapped back together.

And if Blackthorne thinks I will kneel like a frightened child, they are about to discover something my father already knew. I am not Michael Wells, I am his son and I was raised for this. Let them watch, let them test and let them calculate because while Rosa gambles with power, I will fortify it. And when Blackthorne finally chooses a side, they will not find a fractured house. They will find a fortress. But deep down, there was one truth I could not ignore. Rosa is cornered and cornered people do not think clearly. If she realizes Blackthorne is not fully in her control, she will do something reckless.

"Keep laughing, Lorrie. I will personally deal with any entity on this earth that attempts to halt the cycle." The twenty-car tactical convoy rounded the final, razor-sharp mountain bend, and Blackwood Manor instantly exploded into view across the horizon. The estate sat completely alone on a jagged, monolithic stone cliff overlooking a churning, violent sea. It was massive. Brutalist yet elegant. A masterpiece of dark stone and reinforced glass architectural design—and it was entirely ringed by tiers of heavily armed vanguard guards patrolling the perimeter fences with high-caliber rifles. Matteo whistled sharply over the comms loop. "That isn't a standard residential manor, Boss. That is a

--- An hour later. Blackstone Island finally came into view. Everyone aboard fell silent. The island was enormous. Dense forests covered the mountains. Massive stone cliffs rose from the sea. Near the center... A magnificent estate overlooked the coastline. It looked less like a fortress... And more like a royal palace. Luca stared in disbelief. "He built an entire city." Victor quietly corrected him. "No." "He built a kingdom." --- The yachts docked without resistance. Dozens of guards stood waiting.

Kaelen didn’t even listen to Bruno’s explanation. Bruno froze. Winter’s Edge Fortress? It was the most brutal, unforgiving frozen wasteland on the entire continent, teeming with high-ranking magical beasts year-round. Nine out of ten men sent there never came home. “Alpha, that’s a Black Rock fortress. Kohn is a Silver Moon man—”

These weren’t Ashfang woods anymore. This was old ground. Cursed ground. I shifted just before the ruins came into view—clothes stashed in a hollow tree, paws silent as I approached the place I never wanted to see again. The Blackmoor estate. Or what was left of it. Once it had been a fortress. Now, it was a skeleton. Crumbling stone, scorched beams, moss, and vines reclaim what time had abandoned. But the scent was still there. My blood. My name. My ghosts.

Dimitri crouched beside them. “And we stay ready.” Because outside those doors—beyond the cameras—something was already shifting. Not retreat. Not silence. A storm gathering answers of its own. It didn’t take long. By the time they reached the penthouse, the city had begun to shift. Lena’s team flooded the upstairs sitting room—phones alive with calls, screens blooming with headlines: “Petrova Speaks: The Blood Feud Behind the Fortune” “Zoe Volkov: The Heir the Old Guard Couldn’t Erase”

“You wanna play god, Blackstone? Fine. But don’t talk down to the devil that made you.” A beat of silence passed. Then, slowly, he pulled the door shut again. I took that as apology enough. I started the car once more, and we sped into the underbelly of the city. *** The safehouse was beneath a condemned building in the East District, the kind of place even rats avoided. Blackstone’s people had retrofitted it years ago—concrete walls laced with silver dust, hidden panels, emergency routes. From the outside, it looked like just another husk in the ruin belt.

But the deeper they went, the more the fortress seemed to shift around them, as if it were alive, responding to their intrusion. And then, at the heart of it all, they found her. Sienna stood before the ruined throne, her blade gleaming with an unnatural glow. The shadows swirled around her, whispering, waiting. “You’ve made it this far,” she mused. “I suppose I should be impressed.” Elior stepped forward, his sword at the ready. “This ends tonight.” Sienna’s smirk widened. “Oh, Elior. You always did dream too big.” She raised her hand, and the fortress trembled. The darkness around her coalesced, forming tendrils that lashed out with unnatural speed. Elior barely dodged the first strike, ro

The moment they stepped out of my view, I took a deep breath then I stepped inside the Mansion as well. I lifted my head up and stared at the both of them stepping into Lady Blackstorm's territory. ‘I wonder what Lady Blackstorm needs them for.’ I asked myself. I continued my adventure to Thalia's room, I locked up the doors to avoid anyone barging in on me. I brought out a book from under her bed then I sat on the bed. I wanted to continue reading about the Destiny Charts by Orin Darkhowl in his book Midnight Howls. CHAPTER SIX - Destiny Charts II