Blackthorn Key Books Novels & Stories

“But while we’re playing Twelve Knights of Camelot, we’re forgetting something.” “What’s that?” Killan asks. “Zarek wasn’t our only problem. If we’re going to make Ashridge Hollow safe, we’ve got to deal with it.” The room stills as Cain continues, “We’ve got to do something about the hunters.” The words hit like a cold wind. I lean back in my seat, the weight of this new burden settling in. Cain’s right. Something has to be done about the human sect known as Blackthorn. They’ve been working from the shadows for years, pushing supernaturals into hiding. And from what Catherine told us, they’re close to their goal.

The letter from the attic still weighed heavily on Damon’s mind as the sleek black car pulled into the underground garage of Thorne International. He had barely slept since Mason found it since that haunting signature, - A. Blackthorne, cracked open a new layer of questions. But the board demanded his presence, and the company couldn’t survive another crisis unattended.

He pressed his words. I felt the emphasis on his words which propelled me to dive further into the topic. “Explain better.” “The Black Book is in my possession. In fact, it is in this house but I need the crypt key to open it. There are some issues… Like, I need it for clarity.” He explained. “What do you want to clarify?” I asked. I need to know everything. “Keep quiet!” He fired. “You are asking too many questions. I will just give you a brief idea of what it is. The Black Book contains secrets that can harm me, harm you and also harm some other people. It can put our lives in danger too.”

She always responded with a smile, watching us joke around with whatever she thought. Had she known? Night fell, and the sound of the roaring wind crawled into my ears. I opened my eyes, rolling lazily off the bed. The room was dark, but I could see perfectly like it was day. "Emily…" a masculine voice reached out to me. I searched the room with my eyes, the sight of a black-covered book coursing through. I could remember the book from the hospital desk but I hadn’t brought it home. How did it get here? The book looked disheveled, big, and had a strange inscription on it. I didn't remember buying such a book, nor had I seen it in Dad's hands.

Especially not ones that had the potential to expose secrets they’d buried for decades. I pushed the door open with a flick of my wrist. Inside, Dr. Morrow stood near a table cluttered with files and blueprints, her back turned to me. Opposite her, leaning against the wall in a swirl of shadows, was Blackthorn. “Hyperion,” Blackthorn greeted me with a predator smile “I was wondering when you’d show up.” I stepped inside, my gaze shifting from Blackthorn to the scientist. “You should have stayed out of this Blackthorn,” I said, my voice cold.“This isn’t your fight.”

I never met his father, but it is said that he was a good man, worthy of the throne. As I gazed at the relics neatly arranged in his study, my eyes fell on the books I’d stolen from Dymion and I saw it on a table by the corner with some more history books that belonged to Keith. The moment I spotted those books, my eyes shone in realization. These books are so precious to him, and as it seems, I’m beginning to think that these same books hold the key to defeating Dymion.

My fingers closed around the brass handle. I could feel Derek pacing inside my skull, claws scraping bone, hungry, so fucking hungry. I opened the cabinet slowly, deliberately. The hinges didn’t even creak. Inside sat row after row of crystal jars and ancient bottles. My hand bypassed the silver knives, the cursed daggers and ancient totems. I reached for the one thing that had saved entire kingdoms from me on days like this. Blackthorn Reserve. Aged one hundred and fifty years. Distilled in the volcanic caves of the South. One bottle cost more than most packs made in a decade.

Given that the team was bigger than most, it did help cover more ground when there was a change in employment or leave of absences. I also got to see a good overview of the whole of Blakemore and decided that I needed to learn more about other shifters. I was to represent more than werewolves, and I needed to do this right, so Henry suggested that I went to Blakeden’s library which had a vast collection of work on werecreatures, along with a lot of other supernaturals. Actually, Blakeden had one of the rare Unis with classes in magic, faerie history, vampire lore and anything that had to do with our world. Including even classes on interactions and dealings between humans and non-humans.

I asked her and she looked at the clipboard in her hand and then clicked her tongue. “Sorry.” she apologized when she noticed what she did. “You have to review a meal kit plan that a department finished today. You also have two meetings with the Blacks.” she informed me and I nodded. The Blacks and I have always been business partners for long. I knew that they wouldn't suddenly withdraw our partnership because of Clarissa. Mr Black was smarter than that. “Don't you think there will be some issues because you are practically fighting for the company with their son-in-law.” Victoria said all of a sudden again and I glared at her.

how did she come to that conclusion so quickly? "It is a..." Asra smiled at me. "Make yourself comfortable, pretty girl" said as a golden key floated towards me "here, you can use it whenever you want, I usually spend a lot of time there, but if I’m not there and you want to enter, use the key." I pressed the cold metal against my fingers. "Are you sure? I’d be fine just being able to borrow some of your books..." She sighed. "Honey, you read too fast to just borrow a few books, feel free to read as many as you want and don’t worry about returning them. Just leave it on one of the tables and they will return to their rightful place."