Blackstone Fortress Novels & Stories

** Jasper looked at his question and wrote: **"Black Wolf Fortress. Do you know them?"** Black Wolf Fortress? Sebastian knew that name all too well. It was a dark organization that ruled the northern part of the Earth. His own The Obsidian Order had many past conflicts with them. Black Wolf Fortress was infamous worldwide for its crimes, and Sebastian never imagined that such a vile organization would set its sights on The Vanderbilt Family! **"I know about them! You’d better make sure everything you’re saying is true. If you’re lying to me, there will be consequences!"**

Hostel Block-E “I had been there barely three weeks when one night, a scream came from the hostel. So horrifying that the entire building woke up. When people rushed there, they saw that the door of Room No. 203 was locked from the inside. There was no sound coming from within.” “The warden arrived, the door was broken — and what was inside… changed my life.” He fell silent. The room was swallowed by silence. Someone finally gathered the courage to ask, “What was it, sir?”

“Nina, the one you saved, tried to resist arrest while the youngest cried, Abigail, isn’t it?” I couldn’t breathe. I felt something inside me shatter. My mind kept replaying everything I had endured at the hands of this pack. From the death of my parents, to the Farmheads' abuse, and now, the Alpha himself was blackmailing me. My magic was bubbling inside me aching for release as I glared at Cassian. “I advise you to think very carefully about whatever you are about to do,” Cassian warned, his green eyes reflecting anger. The elders stared at me with pure hatred, like I was nothing but a stain to be wiped off their spotless pack.

The damp air of the subterranean fortress in Vermont carried the cold, metallic scent of winter concrete. Forty-eight hours had passed since the extraction of the secondary Vanguard strike force at New York Harbor. Beneath the dark pine canopy of the estate, the Rossi black site remained invisible to the world, a tomb buried fifty feet into the stone, where empires went to die without a single headline. In the center of the interrogation chamber, the single halogen beam cast sharp, brilliant shadows over the steel table.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

Just dark woods and stone walls wrapped in silence. When the carriage finally stopped, Kael stepped out first. He didn't look back to see if I would follow. Still gripping the ache in my own wrist, I stepped out onto foreign ground. The Blackthorn stronghold towered before me like a mausoleum — carved into the mountainside, its blackened spires pierced the fog, jagged and cold. Iron torches lined the stone steps, flickering with pale blue fire that gave off no warmth. Two massive wolf statues flanked the entrance, their mouths open in permanent snarls.

"We need to know where to begin." Rowan placed the papers on the table. "My scouts returned." Everyone immediately became serious. "What did they find?" He spread several reports across the table. "The black wolves are coming from the north." He pointed toward a mountain range. "There's an abandoned fortress here." Nyra leaned forward. "An abandoned fortress?" "Yes." "How long has it been abandoned?" "Nearly twenty years." My heart skipped. "Twenty?" Rowan nodded. "About eighteen years ago, actually."

They creaked open without a sound. Lena’s breath caught. Beyond them, the Blackwood Estate loomed. Dark stone spires stretching toward the sky. Towering walls draped in creeping ivy. Windows glowing dimly, as if secrets lurked behind every curtain. It wasn’t just a mansion. It was a fortress. The car rolled up the long, winding driveway before stopping in front of the entrance. Adrian put it in park, then turned to her. “Welcome home, Lena.” A chill ran down her spine.

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.

Just… stability. I exhaled slowly. And realized I wasn’t bracing anymore. For anything. Bloodstone was different. That was the first thing I noticed as I walked through it. The fortress still stood, but not untouched. There were cracks in the stone that would never fully close. Scars in the structure where energy had once torn through reality itself. But it was standing. Not surviving. Living. Wolves moved through the courtyard slowly, cautiously at first, as if unsure the world would remain stable if they moved too quickly.