Jesse Blackthorn Novels & Stories

He was seeing through my eyes somehow, picking up what I was seeing. "Tate, this is wrong. Get out of there." "Not yet," I sent back. "I need to find the hostages first." The guards led us into the main building. Inside was surprisingly nice, clean floors, and comfortable furniture. Nothing like the prison exterior suggested. We were taken to a large office. Behind a desk sat Marcus Blackthorn. He was younger than I expected. Maybe forty. He is also handsome in a dangerous way. Dark hair with silver at the temples and eyes that had seen too much death.

Ella was flying straight into the monster’s jaws—and I wasn’t with her. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. *Nice move, getting Luna shot. So dramatic. But it’s not over, Blackthorne. Your mate is coming to my hospital. I own every corridor, every scalpel, every drop of blood. How does it feel knowing you’re about to lose everything? —T.A.* Rage hotter than hellfire surged through me. I hit call after call after call. This is Alpha Nathaniel Blackthorne. Every pack, every favor, every debt owed in the last ten years—consider it called in.

Shards of steel bit into his palm, and blood poured down, dripping onto the snow like blooming red poppies. He looked up at the sky. The silver-grey of his eyes had vanished, consumed by a darkness that promised apocalypse. "Thirty days," he whispered. The wind carried his voice away, but the three hundred soldiers behind him heard it. They dropped to one knee in unison. "From this moment on," Sebastian said, his voice devoid of all humanity, "I want this island to drown in blood." Meanwhile. Deep in the Shark Tank. The massive Great White, Margaret, glided past the glass wall of the cell. Suddenly, she stopped.

My breath quickened. His touch was different from Levi. Where Levi’s touch had been fire and hunger, Nate’s was control and power. Both devastated me in completely different ways. I couldn’t hear the priest’s words. Couldn’t focus past Nate’s hand on my back and Levi three feet away and the fact that my body was betraying me by responding to both. “I would like to acknowledge our witnesses. Standing as best man, Nate Blackthorne’s brother and second-in-command of the Shadowmoon Pack, Levi Blackthorne.”

Ethan scoffed at this absurd claim and followed Felix inside with a cold smile. The hall was lined with two rows of wooden armchairs, all occupied by elders. Edmund took the only empty seat. At the head of the room sat a middle-aged man. That was probably Jasper Blackthorn himself. "Mr. Blackthorn! This is Felix Zeller, the scum who attacked me in front of the law enforcement team and poisoned me in secret!" After his outburst, Ethan fell silent. He knew better than to speak out of turn before Jasper and the elders.

I have my brothers, father, family and my men, the one thing I know is that when push comes to shove both my brothers will have my back and hers. "So as I was say she could be a danger to us because he knows her from varsity doesn't mean anything. WE HAVE TO GET RID OF HER!!!!" Lev shouts and before I can say anything I see Jaymes move on the bed and before I go to her she quickly grabbed the gun that was in front of her on the nightstand table. Jaymes POV

A good person to have on our side, from the looks of things. “My name’s Jeb Blackstone,” he says, “I’m a private investigator. I travel for work, and meet a lot of people, both humans and shifters. Last week, two shifters were killed in the lowlands. The police report said that they were killed by humans. I did some digging, and it seems that the killers were looking for information on the whereabouts of Amber. They were planning an abduction.” “These shifters died because they refused to reveal her location,” Jeb continues, anger in his voice,” We need to get these bastards.”

I froze, stuck between the present and my past, no idea if I even had a future. The silhouette moved, its mighty paws taking a step closer into the dim moonlight. I gasped. My eyes gazed upon the darkest fur I had ever seen. It was darker than black. Its golden eyes pierced through my very soul. Thunder rumbled through him. Him? I didn't know how I knew this but I just did. Suddenly, he roared attempting to pounce. I jolted out of sleep, chest heaving frantically as I managed to catch my breaths.

I notice from the corner of my eye JJ is standing to the side, smothering his smile with his hand, fucking arseholes. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” I yell at Luke and then turn to JJ, “Are you fucking kidding me? Is that what you two like to do? Jump women in the middle of the fucking night.” JJ stands straighter and observes me carefully, “I apologise, Miss Blackwood.” He bows his head. I turn to Luke, who’s starting to help himself off the ground. He brushes himself off. “Why the fuck did you grab me like that?” I start yelling again. I can feel the tears well in my eyes. I won’t fucking cry in front of these arseholes. Luke looks up at me. Oh shit, his face is swelling fast.

Whatever had happened here was bad, but I didn't know if it was worse that I still had to go inside and sleep on the same bed with the same guy who had just given me a handjob. The sheer thought of it made me cringe. I, Riven Blackthorn, Alpha heir of Silverfangs, was given a handjob by a guy. Phew! I wouldn't go back inside. Never. I would not. I would rather stay here. There’s no way I was going back in to meet that destiny wrecker. An idea came to me at that instant. What if I went back to Stiles, told him to switch rooms with me for the night?