Jesse Blackthorn Novels & Stories

he said lightly. Lie. I knew it. But I didn’t push. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he added, his gaze scanning me like he was trying to figure something out. I lifted my chin. “I could say the same.” His eyes sharpened. “Blackthorn isn’t exactly…” He paused. “…easy to get into.” There it was. The subtle dig. I smiled sweetly. “Good thing I didn’t come here the easy way.” Recognition flickered in his eyes. “Scholarship,” he said.

The words the Priestess had taught me rose to my lips, ancient and powerful: "By blood and bone, by moon and stone, I call to you across the void. Lucious Blackthorne, son of Kieran and Raven, brother of my heart, hear my voice. The light within you cannot be extinguished, the truth of your blood cannot be denied. Show me where you are held, that I may bring you home."

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I needed to move faster. Ahead, the woods thinned, showing a small clearing beside a stream. I crouched low, feeling I wasn't alone. "You can come out now," said a smooth voice. "I've been waiting for you, Ezekiel Storm." I spun around, my hand going to the silver knife at my belt. Caius Blackthorne stepped into the moonlight, looking exactly like the files described him tall, incredibly beautiful, with eyes that glowed like amber in the darkness.

“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?”

“Azrael’s dead. Lilith will come for you all. And Kael’s too busy licking her boots to protect his own.” The taller one narrowed his eyes. “And who are you to challenge Kael?” I met his gaze, calm as steel. “I’m Damon Blackthorn.” The name dropped like a stone into silence. They knew it. They feared it. And that fear was my ally now. Within the hour, I stood before what remained of the Iron Howl war council-veterans with missing eyes, mangled hands, and grudges deeper than blood. They listened as I spoke of betrayal, of the boy I saved, of the wraiths Lilith sent.

Her leather jacket was gone, leaving her in her red tank top, the fabric torn at the shoulder, and her auburn hair hung in her face, the silver streaks catching the torchlight. 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, the claw-mark tattoos snaking up his arms a stark contrast to his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric stained with blood. 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, but Rhea stood at his side, her cruel

“See? Real. Now, drop the knife. I’m not going to hurt you.” “Not a chance.” I held firm. “I’m keeping it until you tell me how I got here.” He looked like he wanted to laugh again. And cry. And maybe fall over. Then he folded his arms and said simply, “I’m Kendrick Blackthorn. Alpha of Lunaria.” I stared. He stared back. “What?” I demanded. “Nothing,” he murmured. “Just surprised you don’t know who I am.” “Am I supposed to?” “The name Blackthorn? Alpha of Lunaria? That doesn’t ring a bell?”

Alpha Kael Blackthorne stood behind her. Six-foot-three, dark, and lethal. Jet-black hair framed a perfect jawline marked by a visible scar on his neck, a testament to battles fought and won. His storm-gray eyes, flecked with gold, blazed in the darkness. He was power incarnate. Everyone, including Tessa, bowed their heads slightly. He didn't look at her. He looked at me. Just for a moment. One heartbeat. One look. But it felt like he saw everything I was trying to hide.

Judging by his professional outfit, it made sense that this would be someone who worked at multiversal studios. But something about his presence felt out of place. He had a mysterious aura around him, which made Liam think: this wasn't someone who worked at multiversal studios. The man extended his hand in a casual gesture. “My name is Caesar,” he said casually and there was a pause before he continued, as if he were carefully choosing his words. “I apologize for the abrupt approach, but Mr. Blackthorn would like a word with you.” Upon hearing that, Liam finally realized that this man worked for Alexander Blackthorn, and he had been sent by him. But why would Blackthorn want to speak with hi