Secret Of Blackthorn Hall Novels & Stories

For a moment, she looked as if she might wail, but as Aiden puffed out his cheeks and wiggled his ears, a tiny, gurgling giggle escaped her lips. Selena rubbed her temples with her gloved hand, the metal clicking softly against her crown. "This family collects orphaned children like common tavern keepers collect copper coins. Moments later, the entire inner sanctum of Blackthorn Palace was awake and burning with candlelight. The pleasant quiet of the midnight hour had been thoroughly shattered for the second time that night. King Killian stood at the absolute head of the grand council chamber, his long black hair loose over his shoulders and his formal leather tunic half-buckled. He looked p

not because it needed improving, but because he hadn't been ready for it the first time and wanted to be certain he'd seen what he thought he'd seen. Under the name Liora Vale she was building something that existed entirely outside the borders of this table, this house, this carefully maintained performance of being nobody in particular. Something none of these people could reach or diminish or explain away as an accident of genetics. But here she was the extra. The one whose presence served mainly to make everything else look brighter by contrast. "Did you hear about the Blackthorn heir?" Her sister set down her phone and stretched with the theatrical ease of someone who knew she was being

I muttered under my breath, dread already washed my body. His eyes lit with something feral. “Oh, I intend to see you do that, it'll be my entertainment and even the Moon would be useless to your prayers” He said, turning back to the front. In few minutes, we arrived at his estate after nightfall. Blackthorn pack was less a home and more a prison carved from hard stones. Towering iron gates creaked open as we entered. The scent of rain filled the night air, but nothing softened the darkness of the structure ahead.

“Blackthorn City belongs to us completely now, Dominik,” I say, the sound of my own voice scraping raw against the heavy oak walls of the pack sanctuary. I lean my weight back into the carved timber chair, watching the low, blood-orange sun slice through the iron shutters. “Rowan Black is broken. The elders have his ledgers, his secret caches, his blood-sworn pacts. The traitor won’t survive a single moon cycle in the silver-lined holding cells.”

But the air changes when a new presence slides through the hall — silent, massive, impossible to ignore. A hush spreads behind my eyelids. I open them just in time to see him step out of the shadows. Tall. Broad shoulders draped in black. Eyes like forged silver — not warm, not cold. Just sharp enough to cut through bone. Damian Blackthorn. I’ve heard his name in whispers since I was a pup. Stories of a wolf who razed a whole border clan to the ground for daring to betray him. A king without mercy. But kings don’t come to filthy auctions for leftover daughters.

HAYES The double iron doors of the high council hall shattered inward with a deafening crack as I threw them open, the echo vibrating off the massive stone pillars. The thirteen elders of the Blackthorn pack were already seated around the long crescent table, their expensive suits and pristine posture freezing the exact second my shadow spilled across the floorboards. At the head of the table sat Senior Elder Thomas, his gray eyes narrowing as he took in the raw, uncontrolled alpha aura rolling off my body. Beside him, leaning back with a manicured hand resting on her hip, was Selena. She was wearing a smirk, but the scent of her sudden, spiking fear filled the room like burning sulfur.

Nova looked toward the distant mountains. Toward the prison waiting beneath them. Toward the prince whose presence seemed woven into every mystery she uncovered. "No." A pause. "But I think we're running out of time." Somewhere beyond the ruins, hidden beneath stone and centuries of secrets, Kieran Blackthorn opened his eyes. And for the first time in a very long while, fear touched his expression. Because something else had awakened. And it was coming.

~IVY~ It won't be wrong to say I've turned the library into my second room. ‎ ‎These days I'm always spending my free time there, pretending to be deeply engrossed in reading while trying to sneak back to the secret archive. ‎ ‎My main priority in Blackthorn academy is to find the Ebon Testament and lately, with the murder and suspicions, I've been sidetracked. I need to find the Ebon Testament and I have a feeling that the library will give me the necessary clues I need.

My new necklace—a gift from the prince just two nights ago—was a cool weight at my throat, the pendant swaying gently with each step. I was on my way back from the library when the flicker of torchlight caught my eye. Down the far end of the corridor, two guards stood rigid, speaking in urgent whispers to a tall man cloaked in black. The silver threads embroidered into his sleeves shimmered faintly, like frost in moonlight. “…Lord Blackthorn,” one guard murmured, his voice too low for most to catch. I froze behind a column, my pulse quickening. Blackthorn. The name hissed through the halls in quiet rumor, the sort of figure mothers used to frighten unruly children—ruthless, untouchable, with

But the beast coiled tighter each day, impatient. Soon, it whispered. The vessel ripens. The heir must quicken. She had no intention of bearing its child. Not if she could find another way. That night, she summoned the midwife. The woman was ancient—even by Lycan standards—hunched and furred with age, eyes milky but sharp. Her name was Morven, and she had delivered every Blackthorn heir for three centuries. They met in the ruined birthing chamber deep beneath the palace: a circular room of black stone, walls etched with fertility runes now cracked and bleeding.