Blackthorn Novels & Stories

" Luke was a whirlwind of emotion, spilling out words like a broken dam. Holly, on the other hand, might as well have been a statue. Eventually, she had had enough. She pulled out something that made Luke go silent. It was as if someone hit his mute button. It was a tiny camera. Luke had lost track of it after that day. He figured it was hidden in the bushes, gone for good. He never guessed it would end up in Holly's hands. Luke's face lost all color. Still, he tried to bluff. He spoke with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "W-what's that?" Holly's eyes were piercing as she watched Luke's pathetic show. "Cut the act, Luke. I didn't just find this gadget, I heard your little chit chat with

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

~Vixen~ The cold breeze of the night stung my bare skin as I stepped out of the car. This was an attribute that Blackthorn was famously known for, the constant chilly weather. It could be sunny the entire day, then within a twinkle of an eye, the weather is suddenly gloomy. It was always said that Blackthorn was as cold as it's Alpha. I leaned at the car slightly, admiring the full moon that illuminated the dark sky and the surrounding.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

Wulstan’s voice echoed back from absolute nothingness. “Below the foundations,” Osbert answered, his tone nervous. “Below the water table, which I would like somebody to explain to me at a later date.” Then the floor levelled out, the lamplight found the far wall, and every one of us stopped dead. It was not a door. Blackthorn’s gate is a door—iron-bound, forty feet high, and built to be admired on the way past. This was a massive slab of white stone spanning the entire end of the cavern, from the floor to whatever was up there, without a hinge, handle, or seam anywhere on it. Cut into its face in a single continuous line was a spiral of characters winding inw

As I moved one step closer, he opened his hand, and I suddenly stopped when I saw the piece of technology he was holding. I had never seen this exact device before, but since it was important for me to stay informed about the cities, I recognized the flame and lightning symbol on the side. Blackthorn Technologies was the main company that made weapons in the shifter world, and if I was right, Mr. Mason was holding a high-level taser that would force me into a partial shift, leaving me trapped between wolf and human form and completely under his control.

Dawn had barely finished with Dunmere when the banners came up the road, and the first one I recognised stopped my breath cold. Blackthorn black, edged in thorn-silver. At its head, riding beside the King's own column as if he belonged there, was Alpha Damien Thorne. He had not come small. Behind him rode forty Blackthorn warriors in full mail, dusted from a hard march. I did not vanish. I walked out to meet him, with Ronan at my shoulder and the silver of my wolf bright under my skin, and I let him see exactly what he had thrown away.

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.