Novel & Cerita Blackstone Fortress Book

Chapter 94 — The Black House ~LORENZO~ SOUTHWESTERN CHINA — 6:42 A.M. Fog rolled like old breath over the jagged face of the Yellow Cliffs, curling around scaffolds and camouflaged towers that pierced the morning air like bone through flesh. Beneath the crags, hidden from satellites and whispers, sat The Black House. It wasn't a house. It was a fortress. A creed. A war wound carved into stone.

When Ancestor Blackstone stood up from a pile of rubble with disheveled hair, Caspian had come to him. "Purple Thunderbolt Thunder Dragon!" Honglong! The thick and long lightning spots instantly lit up the sky above the Black Furnace City, blinding everyone. The lightning condensed into an angry dragon. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws. It pounced down and tore Ancestor Blackstone into pieces. The entire Black Furnace City fell into a dead silence. Ancestor Blackstone represented the top combat strength of Black Furnace City. But now, he was killed in one move by the other party.

They accepted. Then centuries later, human greed took control. They gained our trust only to turn against us. Brehm McDonald Graham, the man I thought was my best friend, took the stone during an ambush. The humans allied with those cursed by the Night. The number of vampires, wolves, and manticore were no match for us. But the ambush was a distraction for Brehm to take the stone.

Chapter 103 – The Crimson Fortress The portal’s crimson and black swirl spat them out onto a jagged cliff, the air thick with the scent of ash and molten iron. Before them loomed the fortress Jessica had glimpsed in the mirror’s shards—a towering monstrosity of obsidian and bone, its spires piercing a sky choked with storm clouds. Flames licked the walls, casting an eerie glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. At its center, a single tower rose higher than the rest, its peak crowned with a golden light that felt wrong, like a mockery of the nexus’s starfield.

“Swallow your food at least before you talk.” “Yeah, pretty much,” I answered them. There was no light chatter around the table, and everyone was listening. “So it’s Blakemore or Blakewoods?” Kevin asked. “Blakemore,” said their father. “She just said Blakewoods,” said Max. “They’re two different pack?” Darren asked.

NYRA'S POV The carriage stopped at the iron gates of the Blackstone Keep, and the first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the soft silence of early morning or the comfortable quiet of empty rooms. This was the silence of a place that had decided long ago it had nothing to prove. The mountains held it on three sides like cupped hands, and the fortress sat at the center of them dark stone, narrow windows, towers that disappeared into low clouds. It did not look like a home. It looked like a conclusion.

“Because men like them never go quietly. They don’t lose. They reload.” The next morning, Nova made a decision. They would go after Hayes. Not with files. Not with fire. But with proof. And for that, she needed to go somewhere she had avoided for years: The Blackthorne Estate. It stood like a fortress in the hills outside the city, all sharp corners and marble arrogance. Nova had been raised here. Taught to walk in heels, speak in code, and smile through betrayal. Now she walked up the driveway in combat boots and a black coat.

The Fortress Jack did not run with her—he carried her. His arms were iron bands as he strode through Green Briar’s woods, not toward the pack house she’d escaped but toward the black spine of the ridge. There, half-swallowed by rock, the old fortress rose—new floodlights stapled to ancient stone, cameras winking red in their housings like patient eyes. The gate yawned open for him. Sentinels stood two-by-two along the wall-walk, rifles slung and silver knives at their hips. The smell of wolfsbane hung in the air like a warning and a dare.

I flip open the first page, quickly scanning through the wordings on the cover. I freeze, my eyes quickly scanning through. "Blackstone. Sending this to you so you can always have the names of all your enemies right beside you. The Familia belongs to you now. Long live Luca Blackstone. Long live our Capo dei Capi. Your best buddy, Ricardo." The book slithers out of my hand and lands on the table with a harsh thud. No! No, it can't be. I know that name, Blackstone. I hate that name.

, Jared repeated the question. "The fortress was created by a research scientist named Gary Bradley and his wife Lily Bradley after the first set of evolved humans were found and the first set was he and his son. Two years after the inability to control his abilities of growing eight times his original size whenever he was angry or excited, he decided to create an institution named the fortress because he knew he wasn't the only one going through the difficulty of controlling his abilities. That same year, his four year old son who was diagnosed deaf started bleeding excessively from his ear and a medical doctor and otolaryngologist by profession named Alexander Scott told Doctor Gary that h