Blackstone Fortress Book Novels & Stories

Destroyed rogue empires. Conquered territories that once seemed untouchable. When the Obsidian Dominion marched, the world listened. And at the heart of that kingdom stood Blackthorn Citadel. The fortress rose from the mountains like something crafted by gods rather than mortals. Towering obsidian walls stretched toward the heavens, black stone gleaming beneath the sunlight like polished glass. Massive silver banners bearing the wolf crest of House Blackthorn snapped violently in the mountain winds. Guards stood atop every wall and tower, armored in black steel, their silver cloaks flowing behind them like shadows given form.

​We cleared the mountain ridge, and the forest suddenly gave way to a massive chasm. ​Looming across the divide was the Obsidian Fortress. ​It was a huge, black castle carved directly into the side of a mountain. Green torches lined the dark walls. Below the castle, a massive subterranean city hummed with life. Thousands of wolves were training and working in metal foundries. This wasn't a messy group of outcasts; it was a hidden army waiting for a spark. ​Boran led me across a swaying rope bridge. The moment my feet touched the black stone of the courtyard, a dozen heavily armed warriors surrounded us with spears.

Micah was with them too. I hated leaving them. But I couldn't fight with a baby on my chest. "She knows we're coming," Farrah said. She walked on my other side, her blade sharp, her eyes scanning the trees. "Let her know," I said. "We're not sneaking. We're announcing." --- We reached Blackspire at midnight. The fortress loomed above us, black stone against a starless sky. Torches burned on the walls. Wolves patrolled the battlements.

I wished I could freeze that moment forever. Four days after leaving the mountain, we reached the top of a familiar ridge. The moment the trees opened, my breath caught. Blackstone. The fortress stood proudly against the afternoon sky exactly as I remembered it. Its massive stone walls stretched across the cliffs. Tall towers reached toward the clouds. Smoke drifted lazily from dozens of chimneys while banners bearing the Blackstone crest danced in the wind. People moved like tiny figures inside the walls. Life had continued.Lucian stopped walking. He didn’t say a word. He simply stared.

“We’re close. I feel it. The air’s wrong.” Aria nodded, her mark pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. “We keep moving.” By dawn, they reached the black stone fortress. It loomed like a scar against the mountain, its gates cracked open, leaking shadows. Aria’s mark burned hotter than ever, warning her. Kael’s hand found hers. “Together?” “Together,” she said, squeezing his fingers. They stepped inside, the pack behind them. The air grew heavy, the walls pulsing with dark energy. At the center of the fortress, a throne of obsidian stood empty. But the ground trembled.

It didn't matter. The night stretched around him, the sound of night owls blending with the distant howls of Urekai beasts prowling in the distance. He listened to them, letting their wild calls ground him. When the first pale streak of dawn bled into the sky, he stirred at last, feeling... not calm, but better. The iron bands had let go, enough for him to breathe properly, to think. Daemonikai turned walking back toward the fortress. Yet, instead of his chambers in Frostfall, he found himself standing in Blackstone, before her door.

"The Alpha said you could wander the main halls, as long as a guard is with you." I was still afraid of moving around this fortress, but I wanted to take the chance. If Liam was telling the truth about my memory, then maybe walking these halls would trigger something. I stood up, tucked the book about the Blackwood history under my arm, and stepped out into the corridor. A tall guard fell into step behind me, his armor clanking with every movement. I walked slowly, reading as I went. The history of the Blackwood pack was fascinating and brutal. I read about the mad Alpha who had ruled with an iron fist until his own people rose up and overthrew him. It was a bloody story, but I couldn't stop

And yet… part of her moved in step with him as if pulled by invisible threads. By the time they reached the heart of the territory, the sun had clawed its way above the trees, washing the stone spires of Blackwood Keep in pale light. The fortress rose from the mountain like it had grown there, its walls blackened with age, its battlements sharp against the sky. Two sentries shifted at the gates, eyes widening at the sight of Lena at Kade’s side. They dropped into bows, their gaze flicking warily toward her before snapping back to their Alpha.

Emma handed his belongings to the housemaid and stood beside James who was looking around curiously. "Are we going to live here?" James asked, his eyes twinkling. With its endless queues of trees, verdant gardens, fountains of sparkling water, and pristine facade, the mansion was breathtakingly beautiful. He had never seen anything this magnificent in his life. It seemed too good to be true. Swallowing the nervousness that had engulfed her earlier, Emma looked at her brother and nodded with a subtle smile. "Only until Mina comes back." James pouted, but then returned his gaze to the beautiful garden whereas Emma bit her bottom lip anxiously. Kevin, despite her protests, left her with no choi

’ Chester panicked. He was unwilling to accept his fate. He had a lot of things that he wished to do and he could not believe that he was dead. While he was distracted by his thoughts, the black shadow dashed towards him and dragged him toward the depths of the hole. Chester felt the cold whistling wind in his ears. Before he could get a grip of the situation, he arrived in front of a huge fortress in a blink of an eye. The fortress was a few times larger than the largest city in The Nine Continents. The fortress was surrounded by black mist. It looked like a chaotic world and exuded a depressed feeling.