Jesse Blackthorn Novels & Stories

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

“He is a bastard I refused to work with, and now he is trying to ruin what we achieved.” ~ Later, while the men were planning the new, restricted patrols, Marissa was kind enough to tell me everything. “It was before Duncan killed his dad. We were just a group of rogues back then,” she started, staring out of the window. We sat in a corner of the library, which was completely deserted. “One night he simply walked into our camp, like he feared nothing. His name is Elijah Blackthorn. He wanted to see our leader, but only spent about 10 minutes with Duncan. That is how long it took Dunc to tell him to fuck off,” she turned back to look at me with a smile on the corner of her lips.

The sound he made when he chuckled made me blush foolishly in embarrassment. “The man who led you to this state is Devon, who is unfortunately my stepbrother. My name is Sebastian,” He said, and everything came crashing down. I could finally put a name to Mr. red eye's face. So, it turned out that the reason my assaulter and this man looked alike was because they were stepbrothers! “Miguel. Umm…how many hours have I been out?” I asked, twirling my fingers, not daring to meet his gaze.

Usually, I’m good at going from being myself to being the cold-hearted assassin everyone knows and fears, but this entire Grigoras mess has made me deviate from my normal routine in more ways than one and let’s be honest, Alec has definitely messed with my head and my vagina, though one I enjoyed more than the other. Right now I need to take the last few weeks and lock them away in the back of my mind and focus on being Blackheart. From the moment I step off this plane, I will be cold, emotionless, fearless, and capable of anything. Death is my bitch and she’s not coming for me this year.

My eyes landed on the system in the conference room, and I saw Minister Blackthorn gesturing for me to sit. As I sat, he began to speak, "These are the copies. It holds pictures and videos," he then pointed to Mr Scott, "This is the Whisperer 4th under the 6th Stealth; his absence in the FireHeart pack has blown his cover." Turning to the man, I said, "A better arrangement will be made for you.” He nodded and said thank you. Mr Blackthorn then beckoned on Scott to operate the system. With some tapping and clicking, a mass of files appeared, and the first one was selected.

The tangled family ties of this warped group were a mess I couldn't unravel. But was she truly the person he'd gone to meet? If so, why all the cloak-and-dagger? Jessica redirected her focus to me, her grin now a veneer of courteous superiority. She offered a flawlessly groomed hand. "You have to be Sophia. I'm Jessica Blackthorn. Ethan's... well, I guess that makes us kin." Her eyes dipped meaningfully to the note I still held. "Looks like you've stumbled on some of his vintage mail. He was never great at correspondence."

Jessica said with a smile. Marcus asked, "Who are you?" Jessica held Annette's arm and said, "I am Annette's elder sister and the daughter of the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack. My name is Jessica." Marcus stood up in shock and said, "Are you a member of the Black Thorn Pack?" "Yes. You don't know that Annette is also from the Black Thorn Pack?" Jessica asked. Marcus looked at Connor in disbelief. Connor was calm, and it seemed that he already knew it.

“Did he... did the ceremony go through I ran? Is it him? Is he marking me over the woods?” “No, no,” Jax answered, and his face burnt in the flickering fire-light, his voice shook in a manner that seemed to me more than the suffering. "Thorne is a Blackthorn. They have a jagged thorny crown and it is the sign of power and blood. This... this is something else. It appears to be the leftover of the Old Gods, the sign of the First Packs. I have never even heard of this in the forbidden scrolls. It shouldn't exist, Jessica. This has not been witnessed on this earth in centuries.”

Sera felt it like a physical touch—hot, invasive, and far too intimate for a crowded ballroom. She lifted her chin, refusing to look away. Blackthorn was the reason her father lay in a hospital bed. His company, Blackthorn International, had spent the last decade systematically dismantling Voss contracts, poaching talent, and whispering poison into the ears of every senator and general who mattered. Their families’ war had built empires on each other’s graves. And yet her body tightened the second his gaze dropped slowly down her bare back and lingered. “Miss Voss.” His voice slid over her like dark velvet when he finally approached, two glasses of whiskey in his large hands. He offered her