Blackstone Fortress Novels & Stories

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.

~ELARA~ The journey through the forest felt endless. His hand never loosened around my wrist, his grip firm but not cruel…. as if he was tethering me to him, ensuring I couldn’t vanish even if I tried. The mist thickened, curling around us like living shadows, until towering walls of black stone appeared through the haze. A fortress. His fortress. My breath caught. We stood before a massive black fortress, its spires tearing through a blood-red sky. The castle loomed high and endless, carved from obsidian stone that shimmered faintly with crimson veins.

"And he is waiting for me." Silas turned back to the window. "We're here," he said. I looked out. Through the rain and the spray a dark shape loomed out of the ocean. It was a jagged black rock rising hundreds of feet into the air. And perched on top like a vulture's nest was the Citadel. It was a fortress of concrete and steel. There were no lights. It sat in darkness. "Why is it dark?" I asked. "It should be lit up like a Christmas tree."

The Sopttyi District was a smudge of gray in the rearview mirror, and Timothy hadn't looked back once. Grief was a luxury he couldn't afford, not with the weight of two men like Kan and Gideon pressing into his life. Cus was in his element at the Blackwell estate—or "the fortress," as the old soldier called it. Within the first week, Timothy had caught the man actually whistling while he cleaned the armory. The Zions had claimed the thousand-acre perimeter, patrolling the treeline like they’d found holy ground. Timothy had never seen them so at peace.

He was the Beast, the protector, the anchor that kept these people from drifting away into the white void of death. I looked toward the horizon. In the distance, rising like a jagged tooth from the mountainside, was the Silver-Moon Fortress. It was a massive structure of grey stone and reinforced steel, built by the Northern Pack to be a sanctuary for the "Pure" and a prison for everyone else. I remember being dragged out of those gates months ago. I remember the laughter of the guards and the way the snow had felt like needles in my skin as I was left for dead.

The clans are going to help us build a new castle, house, town, and our new weapon,'' Nolan said, ''Each one of them will be separate and working on a different area that the best way to do it, Nolan ''Goblin skin, it's tough. We can use it to make our armor and use the herb to clean it off the toxic'' He said, '' Also, the land of Liki' have some high in stone and crystal that we can also use for the armor there a black rocked called Midnight. The rock can deflect light. Leela saw that the castle is a little beat up and we need some repair. I have decided to extend the court to make more space meanwhile.''Nolan said,

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

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.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

"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