Secret Of Blackthorn Hall Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The wolf still hiding in our territory. I want him found today. Every available wolf on it. He is the only direct physical link we have to whoever organized last night." "Understood," Garrett said. I walked back through the compound thinking about Creek and Fenn and stolen envelopes and a wolf hiding somewhere in my forest waiting for something. I was halfway to the main building when my phone buzzed. A message from Victoria Blackthorn. I opened it. It said she needed to meet with me privately. Immediately. Away from the compound. Away from everyone. It said she had found something. And then the last line stopped me completely in the middle of the path.

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.

I flinched as the force echoed through the hall, but before anyone could react, Thorne stepped in, eyes narrowing at the disturbance. “Isn’t that Beta Liam?” Thorne asked calmly, though the tension in his voice was unmistakable. Killian’s gaze immediately shifted to him, sharp and questioning. “Why are you here at this hour?” Thorne’s expression was unreadable, but his voice carried authority. “My time here is closing, Alpha. I finally found what I've been searching for, the heir of the Blackwood.” My heart stopped mid beat. I barely breathed as the words sank in. He… he finally knows it’s me?

Elowen’s POV Later that night the Blackthorn mansion, usually alive with the subtle movements and hushed conversations of its inhabitants, had finally settled into a profound silence. The crackling fire in the grand hearth downstairs had long since died down to embers, leaving only the soft, ethereal amber glow of moonlight pouring through the wide, arched windows of the long hallways, painting the polished marble floor in pale, silvered stripes. I hadn’t been able to find sleep, the turbulent echoes of the day’s confrontations still swirling restlessly within me.

"You are a sick bastard that murdered our mother in cold blood. Be grateful father was nice enough to spend his billions to keep you out of a rotten cell.” Christian took a menacing step forward. "Because if it was up to me, Lucien... You would have followed her to the grave twenty years ago.” A thick, tense silence hung in the cathedral. The entire city knew about the Blackthorne family secret, but nobody dared say it out loud. Twenty years ago, Mrs. Blackthorne was found brutally murdered in Paris during a family vacation, lying in her own pool of blood, a bloody knife in ten-year-old Lucien's small hands.

I was the daughter who had to stay strong and hide my tears, because my only goal in this world was for my family to have a better life. Later that day, I stood before the gates of the Estate. It was so beautiful it’s felt like heaven—vast emerald lawns, marble statues, and a mansion that looked like a fortress. The gates opened automatically after I announced myself. A silent worker led me to the back gardens, where an elderly man sat in a high-backed chair. This was Mrs.victoria farther. "You're here for the job?"

I forced myself to act like I didn't know anything and pushed open the door. The entire house was filled with a sticky, suffocating atmosphere. I made my way inside, hearing Nydia singing from the bathroom. Taking advantage of the moment, I dug out the hidden camera I had seen last time. I had no clue how to use these things. So, I hastily took a photo and searched online. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find an exact match. That was when it hit me—it wasn't just Nydia. There might be someone even bigger behind this.

"I’m calculating." "Calculating what? How many ways you can drive me insane with worry?" Killian’s hands found my waist, his large palms spanning the width of my torso. He pulled me back against his chest, tucking his chin into the crook of my neck. "The scouts came back, Esme. They found traces of Thorne’s scent near the Blackwood Ravine. He’s hiding in the old hunting lodges." I shivered, but not from the cold. The Blackwood Ravine was a treacherous place, filled with ancient magic and shadows that never moved with the sun. It was the perfect place for a man who had lost everything to rot.

Especially not ones that had the potential to expose secrets they’d buried for decades. I pushed the door open with a flick of my wrist. Inside, Dr. Morrow stood near a table cluttered with files and blueprints, her back turned to me. Opposite her, leaning against the wall in a swirl of shadows, was Blackthorn. “Hyperion,” Blackthorn greeted me with a predator smile “I was wondering when you’d show up.” I stepped inside, my gaze shifting from Blackthorn to the scientist. “You should have stayed out of this Blackthorn,” I said, my voice cold.“This isn’t your fight.”