Blackstone Fortress Novels & Stories

"Without the bond, we’re just two more monsters in the dark." The ship suddenly slammed into something solid. Not land, but a Wall of Bone. We ran to the deck. Rising from the center of the Great Divide was a fortress made of the fossilized remains of ancient leviathans. Standing on the battlements were the Fourteen Blood-Lords.

The Blackwood Stronghold was less of a city and more of a fortress carved into the very bones of the mountain. Massive stone arches dripped with ancient icicles, and the air hummed with the collective heartbeat of thousands of Lycans. As Scarlett stepped out of the SUV, the silence that greeted them was heavy—not with respect, but with a sharp, jagged skepticism.

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.

Kaelen didn’t even listen to Bruno’s explanation. Bruno froze. Winter’s Edge Fortress? It was the most brutal, unforgiving frozen wasteland on the entire continent, teeming with high-ranking magical beasts year-round. Nine out of ten men sent there never came home. “Alpha, that’s a Black Rock fortress. Kohn is a Silver Moon man—”

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.

“They’re learning. That was coordinated.” Theron knelt beside the spot where Garrick had disappeared. “Gone. No scent. No trace.” Elias clenched his jaw. “Mark the spot. We’ll come back—if we can.” Serena’s breath caught as the trees thinned ahead, revealing a narrow pass of obsidian rock—and beyond it, a fortress unlike any she’d seen before. Jagged, angular towers spiraled toward the sky, built from stone blacker than pitch. Shadowy figures patrolled the ramparts. The gates were invisible, hidden within the stone like a mouth waiting to open.

The Blackstone Alpha is radiating rage, very powerful rage. Hatred. Directed at me specifically. "Lady Whitmore!" The voice booms through the manor as we reach the entrance hall. "I demand an audience!" The man standing in my doorway is tall and imposing, his hair graying at the temples and his scars a testament to many battles fought and won. Alpha Marcus Blackstone, whose pack owns land to the south of the city. Three of his wolves flank him, all of them growling with restrained aggression. "Alpha Blackstone," I respond, attempting to be calm and welcoming amidst waves of aggression radiating from him. "You're somewhat ahead of schedule, but of course you're welcome. Shall we proceed to th

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.

The fortress of black stone loomed against the horizon like a wound carved into the world itself. Even from miles away, it felt wrong. The jagged towers clawed at the sky, surrounded by cliffs that seemed unnaturally dark beneath the moonlight. Thick storm clouds gathered overhead, hiding the stars and swallowing the moon whenever they drifted across its face. Aria stood at the edge of a rocky overlook, staring at the fortress in silence. Behind her, dozens of wolves waited. Warriors.

Every mile felt like a countdown. Then the lodge came into view. It wasn’t a house. It was a fortress carved from black stone and old money, windows glowing gold against the white, towers clawing at the sky. Smoke curled from a dozen chimneys. Wolves,actual wolves lounged on the front steps like they owned the place. And standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, coat open despite the cold, was Cassian Blackthorne. He didn’t move or wave, not like I was expecting him to, he just watched the car approach with those storm-grey eyes that had ruined me four months ago.