Blackstone Fortress Novels & Stories

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

--- An hour later. Blackstone Island finally came into view. Everyone aboard fell silent. The island was enormous. Dense forests covered the mountains. Massive stone cliffs rose from the sea. Near the center... A magnificent estate overlooked the coastline. It looked less like a fortress... And more like a royal palace. Luca stared in disbelief. "He built an entire city." Victor quietly corrected him. "No." "He built a kingdom." --- The yachts docked without resistance. Dozens of guards stood waiting.

They let go of Yulia and she leaves the room, her head bowed. Dad kisses me on the cheek softly before leaving with his men. "Come find me if you need anything, princess." "Sure Dad." Then he shuts the door with a low click. Alot of crazy things have been happening lately. First, Thelma just up and disappeared. Then Dad starts acting strange. Now Yulia is keeping secrets? Who the hell is Blackstone and why is he so hell-bent on ruining our lives? How can I harbour such hate for a total stranger?

"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.

“Because men like them never go quietly. They don’t lose. They reload.” The next morning, Nova made a decision. They would go after Hayes. Not with files. Not with fire. But with proof. And for that, she needed to go somewhere she had avoided for years: The Blackthorne Estate. It stood like a fortress in the hills outside the city, all sharp corners and marble arrogance. Nova had been raised here. Taught to walk in heels, speak in code, and smile through betrayal. Now she walked up the driveway in combat boots and a black coat.

But should he have even had an opportunity to be truthful? "What is it?" I questioned. Riley responded, looking at the assembly of people, "Not here." "Too few ears." I stopped and then nodded. Inside. Not now. Riley spoke fast, his words clipped, back in the relative solitude of the tent. "Blackthorn has a secret fortress we have not yet found. He is shifting his army there getting ready for a strike that will wipe off us. "How are you aware of this?" Ava squinted her gaze and asked.

Chapter 103 – The Crimson Fortress The portal’s crimson and black swirl spat them out onto a jagged cliff, the air thick with the scent of ash and molten iron. Before them loomed the fortress Jessica had glimpsed in the mirror’s shards—a towering monstrosity of obsidian and bone, its spires piercing a sky choked with storm clouds. Flames licked the walls, casting an eerie glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. At its center, a single tower rose higher than the rest, its peak crowned with a golden light that felt wrong, like a mockery of the nexus’s starfield.

"The 'Blackwood Point' property. It’s registered to a defunct charity Emily founded years ago, The Rhodes Foundation for Heritage. It’s a ghost on paper, but it’s very real on the ground. It’s a fortress, hidden behind miles of private road and dense forest, sitting right on the edge of the Atlantic." He pulled up a satellite image on his phone and showed me. It was a jagged piece of land, a thumb of granite jutting out into a churning, grey sea. The house was a sprawling, brutalist structure of concrete and glass, looking more like a bunker than a home. "It’s where she’s been hiding the mercenaries," Logan continued, his jaw tightening until a muscle leaped in his cheek. "And it’s where she

“Vessel.” “So do I.” He glanced at me. “You don’t think it’s a coincidence, do you? That Tess’s ritual needed Celine specifically?” “No,” I said. “And that scares the hell out of me.” *** By dusk, the fortress came into view…Blackrock. A towering stone structure carved into the base of a mountain, half-devoured by ivy and time. Its gates had rusted shut, vines wrapping around iron bars like fingers. No one had stepped inside for years.

"Curious?" Harris's voice came from behind me, his warm chest against my back. "It's different from the rumors," I admitted, looking at the dense forest ahead. He chuckled. "Rumors. Always exaggerated lies." Up ahead, the mist in the valley parted, revealing a black stone fortress. The massive complex was built into the mountainside, towering into the clouds, with torches lighting up the walls like stars in the night sky. "Welcome to your new home, Luna."