Blackthorn Novels & Stories

So how did he know who I was? Slowly, I turned back around. His eyes locked onto mine immediately. That same unreadable expression remained on his face. “How do you know my name?” I asked softly. For a second, he didn’t answer. The hallway noise faded behind us while students continued rushing past, throwing curious glances in our direction. Then the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Welcome to Blackthorn,” he said quietly. The words should have sounded polite. Instead, they felt like a warning.

Are you planning to boast about this victory for the rest of the cycle, Ebu?” The mountain breeze is vastly gentler this high above the territory. I am standing completely bare-legged on Ifu Okoye’s high stone ledge, one of my palms resting lightly on the reinforced crystal perimeter, the other curved protectively over the heavy, swollen crescent of my male womb. The sprawling tribal expanse of Blackthorn City unfolds directly beneath my position, a shimmering grid of primal fires and glowing arcane runes, settling into a deep silence during this thin hour separating the midnight hunt from the dawn.

"Woah there, tiger. Slow down. I haven't even gotten your name. I mean, sure, we have some classes together and I always see you around, but that doesn't mean that I know it." I shook my head. Brayden Nicholas. How did I not know that he had forest green eyes? Oh, right. Because I didn't bother noticing other guys when I was with Ashton. "Chloe Benson." "Benson? Oh, you're the one rumoured to be Caleb's brother. Or, proclaimed to be, at least." I did a small smirk. Rumoured? Proclaimed? I'm not that pathetic. "Yeah. If you don't mind, I'm- we are late to homeroom."

What a waste of my time and energy. *** Breath Kamara. Breath. You can so do this. I tried encouraging myself as I placed my palms on the soil. I missed this. Even if I almost died because of this I still felt an undeniable attraction to nature. The white rose which I had used to discover my powers was nowhere in my room which means someone had seen it and taken it. Back to the present. I was outside in my mom's garden, crouched over the lettuce patch. I concentrated and closed my eyes as a sense of calm overcame my senses. I opened my eyes and smiled at the sight of the big lettuce.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity. Present, in a high-class apartment, the melodious classical music resounds. At the end of the most prominent corner is a creepy black rose branch. The strong smell of blood wafted in the air. At the end of the room, there is a body of a man lying under the desk in a very strange position. In his mouth was a black rose branch. The bloodstains were spreading from the wound on his chest to the floor. A deadly atmosphere filled the room with red, white, and black colors mixed with the melody of classical music. All of sudden, a quiet male voice interrupted the music."The cause of death is a wound in the heart. The murderer must hate th

My throat itched and my vision blurred a bit by the abrupt development. We neared his location, about a mile out from the border, to find him lying lifeless on the ground, his skin clammy, with blood trickling out his mouth and nose. Three darts stuck out of his shoulder, arm, and leg. I checked his breathing, and the distinct scent of decay setting in drifted into my nose, alerting me that we were too late. I ripped one of the darts out with my mouth and smelled it. Wolfsbane.

I guess I will never know. The police have been pushing questions at me for the last half hour, but I, unable to answer. After a last thorough check, the police declare Joslyn committed suicide and like that, the case is closed. 17th July 2027 A day later: The weather is foggy and rainy for a July day. Mist swirls in all direction as I sit on the cab that is taking me to the central church, where we shall say goodbye and bury a friend. I lean my head against the cold foggy glass, watching my own cold reflection. Wearing black is not much of a big deal to me. I love black. Black happens to be one of my favourite colours. I wear black much often to work too. But today, black colour is getting

It took him so long before he drifted into a deep sleep filled with fiery nightmares. ❇❇❇ Thunder roared and the world turned white for a second when a bolt of lightning struck the ground. The steep slope of the mountain was making it harder for him to get away as it was already eroded and rocks were falling down from afar. Looking back, he could see the flicker of torches the darkened soldiers were carrying.

‘What’s so special about a sword’ Chevy says angrily. ‘Hey, you’re the one who brought Chevy into the team right, what’s so special about his sword’ Nara asked Natasha, ivory who heard their conversation also curiously listened. ‘That blade was made from his sister’s bone’ Natasha replied staring at indigo ‘it was his sister last request’. Alfred raises an eyebrow in surprise. ‘I would do the same thing if I were him’ ivory said ‘besides we know how healers can be, if it was another healer he would never save me’.