Secret Of Blackthorn Hall นิยาย & เรื่องราว

While I was still wondering, a sudden knock echoed through the apartment. Could it be Julian? Had he forgotten something? I opened the door, and my heart just stopped. It wasn’t Julian. It was Nathan Blackwood. I didn’t get a chance to speak. He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against him as his mouth came down hard on mine with a hunger and urgency that knocked the breath out of me.

Blackthorn was a smaller territory west of the Raven Creek known for its wine. I didn't know much, just the limited information available to me. The meeting went on, and I sat quickly like a decorative piece waiting for when I was needed. The staff moved quietly in the background, refilling drinks and adjusting settings on the table, as if every little detail mattered. And yeah, it did. I glanced around once more, still amazed by how perfect the setup was. High above the world, with the city lights all around us, it felt like we were in our own little world. A place made for power and quiet deals.

With Liam by my side, we ventured into the depths of the sprawling estate, our footsteps echoing through the empty corridors as we searched for clues that would unravel the truth behind Gabriel Blackwood's sinister agenda. And then, we found it. Hidden beneath the grandeur of Silverwood Manor lay a secret chamber, its walls adorned with ancient symbols and sigils that spoke of a power beyond comprehension. As we stepped into the dimly lit chamber, a sense of dread settled over me like a heavy shroud, for I knew that we were standing on the precipice of something far more dangerous than we could have ever imagined.

Hand in hand, bound by love and a shared destiny, we stepped into the abyss of the past, ready to confront the secrets that had shaped our lives and pave the way for a future where the power of truth and love would reign supreme. As we delved deeper into the mystery of our ancestors, the web of secrets unraveled with every step we took. The truth, it seemed, had a way of revealing itself when the time was right, and we found ourselves standing at the precipice of a shocking revelation. One fateful evening, as the sun set on the horizon, casting a golden hue across the landscape, we stumbled upon a hidden chamber within the Blackwood estate. It was a room untouched by time, filled with dusty

Silence swallowed the room. “So my father let her near me,” I said slowly, “knowing she’d try to ruin me.” “He let her try,” Eve corrected. “Because he trusted you to survive it.” Brutus appeared in the doorway, his face tight. “There’s a problem,” he said. I looked up. “How bad?” He swallowed. “The Blackthorn accounts, I checked them.” My pulse spiked. “What about them?” “They were emptied six hours ago,” he said. “Every last one.”

My fingers closed around the brass handle. I could feel Derek pacing inside my skull, claws scraping bone, hungry, so fucking hungry. I opened the cabinet slowly, deliberately. The hinges didn’t even creak. Inside sat row after row of crystal jars and ancient bottles. My hand bypassed the silver knives, the cursed daggers and ancient totems. I reached for the one thing that had saved entire kingdoms from me on days like this. Blackthorn Reserve. Aged one hundred and fifty years. Distilled in the volcanic caves of the South. One bottle cost more than most packs made in a decade.

This time her wealthy stepmother had finally snapped and shipped her off to the most exclusive, most secretive all-girls finishing academy in the country. But this wasn’t any ordinary finishing school. Blackthorn Academy specialized in one thing only: turning rebellious young women into perfectly obedient, highly skilled submissives. Riley scoffed under her breath as she stared up at the grand gothic building. Tall stone walls covered in ivy, arched windows, and an atmosphere that screamed old money and darker secrets. She had heard the rumors, of course. Whispers about girls who went in wild and came out elegantly broken, dripping with discipline and wet for commands.

“To Miss Eveline Blackthorn, the rightful heir— It is with great regret and greater duty that we inform you of the passing of Madam Selene Blackthorn. By blood and by writ, her estate and her establishment now belong to you. You are expected to appear at the Blackthorn House by the end of the week to assume ownership.” My heart thumped. Selene. My mother’s forbidden sister. The woman whispered about in church circles, condemned as a corrupter of men. I had been told never to speak her name.

Clara, Marcus, and their allies gathered in the great hall to hear their report. “The forest is heavily guarded,” Liam said, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. “Vivian has set wards and traps throughout, making it difficult to move undetected. But we did find something interesting.” He laid a map on the table, pointing to a clearing deep within the Blackthorn Forest. “There’s a hidden chamber here, protected by powerful magic. We couldn’t get too close, but it might be where Vivian is keeping something important.” Marcus studied the map, his jaw set in determination. “We need to investigate. If it’s connected to the curse, it could be our chance to turn the tide.”

The Blackthorn sigil—a stylized, twisted tree—hung above the heavy double doors. Two guards in dark leather stood to either side. One’s nostrils flared as we approached, taking in my scent. “Girl smells nervous,” he said to the other, not bothering to lower his voice. “Debt meetings will do that,” the other replied. They pushed the doors open. Inside, the main hall was all cold stone and attempt at grandeur. A long table dominated the center, scarred from years of use. Banners bearing the Blackthorn crest hung from the walls. High‑backed chairs lined either side of the table, most of them empty.