Jesse Blackthorn Novels & Stories

ZADEN By end of day Damian had everything. He laid it out on my desk. I read it twice. Then I sat back and looked at the ceiling. Elias Blackthorn. Thirty years old. Inherited Alpha at twenty-four when his father died under circumstances that were officially classified as a territory dispute and unofficially classified as something considerably less clean. Since then, six packs absorbed in three years. Not by force alone. By a combination of political pressure, strategic alliances, and the occasional well-placed threat that was always just deniable enough to avoid a formal response.

Her mind screamed, run, but her body refused to cooperate. “Who wants to know?” she asked suspiciously. “My name is Hunter Black. I run Black-Gray investigations. At the moment I’m currently working for Damien Ashdown and Jessa Reynolds. I believe you know Jessa.” “Maybe. What do you want?” “I want you to work for me.” She snorted. “Yeah, right.” “Ms Reynolds says you’re smart, tough and can protect yourself. She said you’d been teaching her some self-defense. Can you shoot a gun?”

the enforcer in charge of the text files tells my ears. What? Kaelen Blackthorne tried to steal her son? A sudden realization flashes through my mind. I twist my neck around and cast a sharp look straight down at my boy. Samuel immediately drops his chin, his eyes intensely studying the tips of his tiny shoes. At that exact moment, Bryan Eastwood—the high-ranking manager who runs the hockey division in the neighboring city of the Duskwild Expanse—bursts through the iron door guiding a top pack lawyer. “Alpha Blackthorne, our legal counsel has finished reviewing the enforcer crystals. This mess should be completely dissolved in a few minutes.”

"You've been distracted lately." "I'm managing it." She stood beside me. "And I have heard an interesting rumour." I remained silent. “My dear mother, I didn’t know you were into gossip now.” She looked out over the city. "They say Blackthorn's most untouchable student has a girlfriend." A faint smile touched her lips. "Tell me, Adrian..." She turned her head just enough to look at me. "...who is Elena Carter?"

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

Orion stated. The name sent a chilling shiver through the room. Hassan Blackthorn was a legend—ruthless, completely disciplined, and the commander of the most feared military force in the werewolf world. He dressed in tailored black suits, ruled his empire with cold logic, and had zero interest in love or political marriages. “Blackthorn?” Cedric scoffed, throwing his hands up in despair. “He’s a goddamn monster! He hates the Ravenscar pack, yes, but he would never agree to a sudden alliance with us. He doesn't take sides in Council disputes.”

I felt my cheeks heating up even as I nodded. Jessica's mother, on the other hand, had been listening calmly the entire time. Her expression was thoughtful, and there was a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "So," she said finally, her voice measured. "Who is Professor Zane?" Jessica and I both turned to look at each other. I could see the uncertainty in Jessica's eyes, the question of whether we should say it. I gave a small nod. Jessica took a breath. "The newly elected Blackthorn Alpha."

" As they slid perilously toward the brink of the ravine, I sobbed, dread wriggling at my throat. Connor has Jackson under him, the dagger ready to strike. I grabbed a rock and threw it at his head, though, as he drove it down. Jackson seized the chance to turn their positions and slam Connor against the ground, sending him stumbling. Jackson insisted, his voice thundering. "Yield!" Connor spewed blood, eyes ablaze with fury. never. From the darkness, still another person surfaced. My blood became cold when Blackthorn personally came to me. "Well, isn't this a wonderful scene?” Blackthorn drew, his voice charged with malice. "An almost family reunion of sorts." Jackson tightened, his hold on

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 the black wolf crashes into James, the two of them shift into men and hurtle across the grass. Ethan shifts back too, and stumbles to his feet, his neck already healing. He turns to Blake, who has his hand curled around James’s neck. The scars on his muscular back are vivid even in the darkness. “Get her out of here!” roars Blake. “Now!” Ethan bolts toward me. He gathers me in his arms. I melt against his chest as I feel his warmth and smell his familiar scent. I am going to die. But I am glad he is here with me.