Blackstone Fortress Book Novels & Stories

STILL ALPHA RIVERS POV Jeremiah was first to go. He let the blanket fall to the ground before turning his back to me. “What the fuck!!” I whisper yelled “And that’s not even the worst.” Silas Barnes, Richard’s second in command said before shedding his own ridiculous shirt. The rest followed and I couldn’t even look at their backs anymore. It didn’t even deserve to be called a back anymore. “What happened?” “Your mate’s father happened. He’s one scary ass motherfucker and I wish to never see him again in my life or dreams for that matter” Leone Esposito, Matthews’ second responded with a look of pure horror in his eyes

The precious heiress being betrayed was a disgrace she had never tasted before. Furious, she flew into a rampage back at the mansion. Priceless antiques and calligraphy paintings were shattered into pieces in her wake. That night, after dropping Lola off, Adrian drove back toward the villa, unaware of what waited for him. As he passed a dark patch of road, several large men in black suddenly leapt out of the bushes and threw a sack over his head. "Who the hell are you? Let go of me! Do you know who my wife is?" Adrian shouted, kicking and flailing inside the sack.

He was hanging onto the edge of the broken bridge with one hand, holding me with the other. But the effort was too much. I watched in horror as the black obsidian stone on his arm began to spread at lightning speed. It raced up his shoulder and toward his neck. "Let me go!" I sobbed. "You're turning to stone! If you don't let go, you'll freeze like that and fall with me!" Alaric looked down at me. His eyes were turning into solid black glass. He couldn't speak, but one final thought flickered into my mind before the link died completely.

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Daniel was pissed that he was overruled and he stormed out of the room. “If Wrath is coming, I’m not going to stick around, I wouldn't want to have to send him home right after he shows up.” He murmured as he made his way back to the room. What seemed like hours passed.Then the Hotel doors swung open and in walked a heavy-set man with red hair, and a blonde woman dressed in all green.Envy, Gluttony and Wrath had arrived and were ready to set the city of Boston on fire.

"I'm fine." Even though Scarlett said that, her breathing was obviously unstable. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes, trying to seize every second of rest she could get. Seeing her pale face, both Victor and Hilary instinctively quieted down, afraid of disturbing her. Twenty-three minutes later, the military aircraft finally arrived at Blackstone Fortress. If they had been even a few minutes later- the fortress would have completely fallen. The moment Scarlett arrived and took command, the entire battlefield shifted almost instantly.

"There is an old fortress there. Abandoned for years. But lately, there has been activity. Strange men coming and going." "How far?" "Two day's walk. Maybe less than ten hours with mordern transport." He said, looking strangely at the horses. I turned to Kylan. "We go now." "The men are tired, Lucian. The horses are exhausted." "I do not care." Kylan studied my face. Then he nodded. We rode east. The fortress appeared at dawn. It was old, built from black stone that seemed to absorb the light. Towers rose at each corner, their tops jagged like broken teeth. A wall surrounded the main building, and beyond that, I could see movement. Guards. Armed.

Atlas. The boys. Bastian and Bjorn. The people disappearing. The people dying. The world suddenly felt much larger than it had a few months ago. And much more dangerous. That night, after Mel went to bed, I opened my mother's journal again. The fire had burned low. The bakery sat quiet beneath us. And as I turned the next page, I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever answers I needed were waiting somewhere ahead. I just hoped I found them before whatever was hunting powerful bloodlines found me first.

The private jets were fueled, the shadows were aligned, and the Roman Volkov empire was about to deliver its final, devastating blow. ​Roman looked up at the ceiling, his mind miles away, inside a bedroom in the Blackwood estate. I’m coming, Vivienne, he thought, his hand resting on the hilt of the knife at his belt. Let them build their walls. I’ve already burned them down once. I’ll do it again. ​"Move out!" Roman roared. ​The fortress erupted into a final, frantic burst of motion. The war machine was no longer preparing; it was in flight. And in forty-eight hours, the American elite would learn that some ghosts don't stay in the grave—they come back to take everything.

Vladimir’s voice cut through my thoughts. I glanced at him to see if he was actually annoyed, but he wasn’t. He was already looking at me, but there was a faint smile playing on his lips. Wordlessly, I turned back to the window, watching the night fade into the distance. ~~~~~ The Blackstone estate rose out of the fog like a foreboding mansion. Tall iron gates stood open, as if waiting for our arrival. Beyond them stretched a long driveway, lined with dark trees that bent inward, their branches tangled like claws reaching for the sky.