Blackthorn Skyrim Novels & Stories

Just raw walls and open gaps. The moment he stepped up— The air vanished. Complete silence. An unnatural silence. Then he saw it— A black door in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t mentioned in any records. A number was written on it— 413 But the mall only had shops up to 412. Room 413 didn’t exist. The door was slightly open. Inside — darkness so thick the flashlight couldn’t pierce it. Aarav gently pushed the door. It creaked. And then—

Waiting. And beneath it all, Lyra Blackthorn ran. Her breath fanned in soft clouds, chest heaving as she darted between trees. Her black cloak billowed behind her, mist curling at the hem. Moss and roots kissed her bare feet, but she didn’t flinch. She wasn’t afraid of thorns. She had grown among them. This part of the woods had long been forbidden by her pack—neutral ground between rival territories. A place soaked in the blood of a forgotten war. But tonight, something called to her from the silence. Something more primal than instinct. Something older than the moon itself. A scent.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Lyra The Blackthorne stronghold rose before me like something out of legend–stone walls carved with ancient runes, towers piercing the sky, banners of deep obsidian fluttering against the wind. It was too polished, too perfect, and that alone set my instincts on edge. Packs like mine scraped survival from dirt and blood. Packs like Lucian’s lived as though the moon herself bent low to kiss their feet.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

"Is everything alright, Miss Thorn?" Ravenna forced a smile. "Yes, everything's fine. Just... a lot to take in." Emily nodded sympathetically. "Of course. It must be overwhelming. Is there anything I can do to help?" Ravenna thought for a moment. "Actually, yes. Could you get me all the information we have on Soren Blackthorn and his pack? And... discreetly find out what you can about Rylan Moonstone and a woman named Lilith." Emily's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. "Of course, Miss Thorn. I'll get right on that."

“Stay behind me, Lila.” As the customers ran away, Blackthorn s dark laughter echoed through the night. “Hyperion. Always the hero, always so predictable,” he taunted, stepping forward with confidence. Shadows writhed around him, creating into tendrils that flickered in the light. “You should have stayed out of my way.” “Enough games” Alex growled, his voice low and threatening. “Let the people go. This isn’t your fight.” “On the contrary,” Blackthorn smirked. “It’s always been my fight. And tonight, I’m taking something that is important to you”

I raced forward, chopping down the wolves in my way until I reached her side. “We’re being overwhelmed!” she cried, swiping at her opponent. “We need to fall back!” “Not yet,” I muttered, plunging my blade through another adversary. “We hold the line.” But even as I said the words, I knew she was right. We couldn’t win this fight—not like this. A loud boom shook the ground, and every head turned toward the source. Blackthorn himself stepped into the clearing, his eyes shining with glee. He was flanked by his elite guards, their presence a chilling reminder of the power he commanded.