Blackthorn Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

She's not the most patient person on mornings and my dad isn't any better. Oops I forgot to tell you who I am! I'm usually not this forgetful actually, it's just that I'm really not a morning person. My name is Leila Adams, I'm sixteen and a fifth year student at Brixden academy. I'm Percusian, or more accurately, half-Percusian and half-Nigerian.

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.

"Cause of death appears to be exsanguination from multiple puncture wounds." Rick leaned closer, his newly enhanced senses picking up details his human eyes might have missed. "Those don't look like knife wounds." "They're not," Vasquez confirmed. "They're more consistent with... thorns." "Thorns?" Casie echoed, exchanging a glance with Nathaniel. "Plant-based weaponry," Nathaniel murmured, studying the wounds with growing concern. "That narrows our suspect pool considerably." Dr. Vasquez nodded. "The wounds contain trace elements of a toxin I've only seen once before—derived from the Blackthorn of the Unseelie Court."

Blackthorn was a smaller territory west of the Raven Creek known for its wine. I didn't know much, just the limited information available to me. The meeting went on, and I sat quickly like a decorative piece waiting for when I was needed. The staff moved quietly in the background, refilling drinks and adjusting settings on the table, as if every little detail mattered. And yeah, it did. I glanced around once more, still amazed by how perfect the setup was. High above the world, with the city lights all around us, it felt like we were in our own little world. A place made for power and quiet deals.

“Left a letter… just for you.” And then, with a final exhale, his body goes limp. I don’t move at first. I watch him, waiting for the inevitable dark trick. Nicholas has always been a snake, always finding ways to slip through death’s grasp. Slowly, cautiously, I step forward, picking up the cup. I bring it to my nose, and immediately, my body tenses. Blackthorn Poison. One of the deadliest in existence. Just inhaling its fumes burns my throat, making me cough violently. I curse, throwing the cup across the room, watching it shatter against the wall.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

“I can help you. You don’t know what the GHC has been hiding—” “I know enough,” I interrupted. “You’ve crossed a line, and now the GHC wants you gone. This isn’t personal.” “It’s always personal with you,” Blackthorn murmured, stepping forward, his hands glowing with dark energy. “Everything you do is personal, you bastard” I was already anticipating the fight. Blackthorn never did anything without turning it into a spectacle, and this time would be no different. I could feel the shadows gathering around him, thickening in the corners of the room.

Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. "Wolves of all packs," Alpha Maxwell's voice boomed across the clearing, "I present to you Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven, last heir of the Blackthorne bloodline." A murmur rippled through the crowd. I could feel their curiosity, their scepticism, their hope. Some had known my parents and remembered what the Blackthornes represented. Others only knew the stories, the power, the tragedy, the seventeen years of silence.

“Please, Headmistress… it hurts.” Vincent’s heart clenched, but her face remained impassive. She turned to Blackthorn, her voice low. “This isn’t just a premature shift. This is something else entirely.” Blackthorn nodded grimly. “Something triggered this. But what? Stress? The wolves? Or ..” He hesitated, glancing at Alex again. “Or is it something inside him that’s always been there?”