Blackstone Fortress Novels & Stories

"Then we need to show her that there's another way. That peace is stronger than fear." On the fifth day, they reached the fortress. It was a dark, twisted structure, carved into the mountainside. Black stone, jagged spires, walls that seemed to absorb the light. The air was thick with the stench of decay and ancient magic. Shadowy figures moved along the battlements, their eyes glowing with feral hunger. Elena studied the fortress from a hidden ridge, her heart pounding. "There are more guards than we expected. She's prepared for an attack."

He did not want to incur any losses and lose any of the warships before they had even set out. “Stop the jabbering,” Blackstone stated, caring little for the barriers being erected around the warships. He dashed forward, his eyes conveying his intent to do battle. With his hammer raised up high and Edict coiling around him strongly like a constricting boa, he danced into the path of the 2nd Sky and slammed his hammer down! *Boom*

The Fortress Jack did not run with her—he carried her. His arms were iron bands as he strode through Green Briar’s woods, not toward the pack house she’d escaped but toward the black spine of the ridge. There, half-swallowed by rock, the old fortress rose—new floodlights stapled to ancient stone, cameras winking red in their housings like patient eyes. The gate yawned open for him. Sentinels stood two-by-two along the wall-walk, rifles slung and silver knives at their hips. The smell of wolfsbane hung in the air like a warning and a dare.

Location: The Black Fortress — Reactor Core Access Tunnel The steel corridors groaned as The Black Fortress shifted beneath the North Atlantic’s crushing depths, its deadly structure twisting, reshaping itself like a living thing. The sound of distant gunfire echoed... closing in fast. Countdown to Global Strike Through the cracked command display... 00:55:50... Just under fifty-six hours... until total annihilation. The Uneasy Alliance Damien’s dark eyes locked on Rook, sidearm still raised, finger resting on the trigger.

"Ivan’s transport wagon passed through here less than twelve hours ago. They’re heading toward the Black Needle." Natalia looked up toward the horizon. Through the swirling ice, a massive, jagged spire of black obsidian rose out of the tundra like a broken fang. The Black Needle—an ancient, abandoned fortress built by the Abyssal Purebloods during the first continental wars. It was a labyrinth of subterranean tunnels, naturally fortified and entirely insulated from external tracking magic.

​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.

“I don’t know. I don’t even think about it. I don’t like to think about unhappy people. It brings me down.” They rounded a small hilltop, and there, in the distance, sat a crumbling stone ruin, about twenty feet high, the remnant of a fortification from the castle, half-submerged in the river. It was separated from the island, out in the river about ten feet. And there, standing on top of it, glaring down at them, stood Blake. He held a spear in one hand and, standing the way he was, his back to the river and the open sky, he looked like he was the last warrior left on earth.

It was a terrifying, absolute myth. "He is a dead man walking," Lucian growled, his pitch black eyes snapping toward the shattered stained glass window. "The Blacksite is an underground fortress buried beneath a mile of permafrost. It was built during the Cold War to survive a nuclear holocaust. There is no extraction from that ice."

The forest beyond. Lorenzo entered behind us, closing the door and immediately moving to examine the security panel mounted on the wall. "Motion sensors?" "Perimeter and interior," Noir confirmed, shrugging out of his heavy coat. "Cameras covering all approaches. Pressure plates on the access road. If anyone comes within a mile of this place, we'll know." "How the hell did you manage to keep this place a secret?" Silas asked, setting down the bags and looking around with open curiosity. "We've known each other for over a decade and you never once mentioned you had a fortress in Norway."

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.