Blackthorn Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat, and glanced towards him. "Contact the elders, we need to figure where we can find white ash, and angel's blood... it's the only thing that can kill them. Those two ingredients are pure poison to them." "Wait, what about silver daggers? Won't that work too?" "Afraid not Ty... it may work on the others he's bringing, but it won't work on him." "Damn.... well I guess we got our work cut out for us then huh?" "Yeah, that.... we do."

We live in a world where no one knows who anyone really is. I'm the perfect example of that, if you see me you think I'm normal, but I'm far from that, I'm a royal. And no, I'm not talking about kings and queens. My kind is the strongest. "A royal vampire!" One of the, Blackthorn's, hunters screamed. Blackthorn's are a family of Vampire hunters. They have made their life goal to end us all. They never learn, why would you go and mess with us, especially when our leader is the greatest most badass man, my great grandfather, Phoenix.

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.

He gritted his teeth before replying, “I don’t know who this Blackthorn guy is, but he’s not just anyone. Everyone I reached out to, powerful people, people who owe me favors and would be willing to help, suddenly seemed reluctant after hearing the nameIt’s like they don’t want to be involved, almost as if they’re afraid of him.” Liam wasn't surprised, if anything he had expected this. He knew that blackthorn was not just some Mafia lord with some mystical powers; he was actually an influential person, despite not being well known. And he had found all that about him from Adriana and George, the people who used to work with him.

"That you have to go get it." "Why does this sound like a trick?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fine, don't believe me. I'm just trying to answer your questions." His form began to fade into shadows. "No, wait. I'll listen," I begged. His form solidified again. "Tell me about this Night Sword." Remi lifted his finger. "The Night Sword is a legendary sword that was foraged to defeat the eternal blackness. It is said-," "Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?"

I ask. Torque is our tech wiz. He is extremely skinny with black shaggy hair and bright green eyes. He is a little punk but extremely fucking loyal to our club. When he first came to me to be a prospect I laughed at him. He was only sixteen at the time and not someone I would ever take in in. He had a goddamn t-shirt with a unicorn on it for crying out loud. It wasn't until Max found out he was homeless that I had him looked into. Torque's family did something bad to him when he was only fifteen, so he ran away from home and started sleeping on the streets. Learned how to break into stores to eat without setting off their security systems which is how he got his nickname. When he saw what we

This was a place of power, of fear, a den where mercy was a forgotten word. Alpha Zane Blackthorn sat on his throne, his lean frame coiled with menace, his amber eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. His shaved head gleamed under the torchlight, the claw-mark tattoos snaking up his arms a stark contrast to his pale skin. He wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric stained with blood—some old, some fresh—and his fingers drummed a slow rhythm on the armrest, each tap echoing like a heartbeat in the cavern’s stillness. Around him, his pack lingered, their eyes averted, their postures tense. They knew better than to speak unless spoken to. Zane’s sist

The grape vines were the raw material for the next season's wine-making, and Kash Pearson, the manor owner, changed his face. "Who are you? How did you break in?" Joanna rubbed her broken foot with red eyes. She looked at Jeffrey, choking and unable to speak. Jeffrey frowned and helped Joanna up. His tone wasn't good. "Sorry for that. Please forgive her, Kash." The words made Kash even angrier, his eyes staring dead at Joanna behind Jeffrey, sneering. "Sorry? Fine. Let her set up all these grape vines, and I'll forgive her." Joanna tugged at Jeffrey's coat corner, still not daring to look.

unsettling. As we approached the Blackthorn’s main hall, I steeled myself. This was a test, and not just of diplomacy. The Blackthorn pack wasn’t just any pack—they were notorious. Ruthless. Led by Dante’s son, Killian Blackthorn, they had once been our enemies, locked in a bloody feud with my father’s generation. The thought of walking into their territory to negotiate peace felt wrong on every level.

When you whiteness the oxygen leave their lungs and realize there's no turning back is when all the blitz, fear, excitement, glory, and gore rushes through your body all at once creating an amazing feeling. Having someone else's blood on my hands is the best stress reliever out there. Right after I fuck someone, I make them feel like a dirty used up whore before I watch them take their last breath. And the greatest thing about it is, the cops will never find me or my crew, were anonymous. 3hours later. I sat outside Merlina's house back in California contemplating on what I should do. I came here with a plan on how I was gonna kill Mrs. Kathy but something just wouldn't let me go through wit