Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

Cierce, sensing my bewilderment, offered a sympathetic smile. “It's a shock, isn't it?” she commented. I nodded, unable to articulate words. Cierce led me to a quieter space, where we could talk without being interrupted by the reception's hustle. “Blackthorn?” I repeated, seeking clarification. Cierce nodded with a conspiratorial smile. “Yes, Fierce. Hunter is the Alpha King, but here, he's known as Blackthorn, the leader of the Blackthorn Enterprises, a conglomerate that spans multiple sectors.”

The serpent-tattooed leader looked up through the grime, clutching his shattered wrist, his teeth chattering so violently he nearly bit his tongue. The man they had just mocked as an ordinary billionaire radiated a ruthless, monstrous authority that paralyzed their nerves. "N-No..." the hitman stammered, his bladder letting go into the mud. "Mr. Blackthorn... wait! Please! It was just a contract! We were just hired guns! Have mercy... it was just business!" Deep behind Zayden’s ribs, Night tore violently through his mental barriers, snarling with savage, unchained bloodlust: THEY MOCKED OUR QUEEN'S BLOOD. SLAUGHTER EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM.

The man turn towards his direction , his smile fading into confusion. It happened so fast. Dante's other hand shot out, grabbed the man's wrist, and twisted. There was a sharp, ugly crack I could almost hear from here. The dealer's mouth opened in a silent scream. He fell to his knees, holding his broken arm. Dante leaned down. He whispered something in the man's ear. The man's face went from pain to pure, white terror. He looked from Dante to Elara, and then he scrambled backwards like a crab, vanishing into the dark alley, holding his arm.

There he was. Damon Blackthorn lounged in a cushioned chair like this was a play put on for his amusement. Shoulders broader than in my memory, dark hair tamed back, the Blackthorn crest gleaming against his throat. The mark where his father’s Alpha power had settled burned faintly at the edge of his collar, more brand than blessing. Next to him, Lila leaned forward on the rail, glossy hair spilling over expensive fabric. She whispered something in his ear, lips almost touching his skin.

He had been longing to kill the people who had massacred their family. Dylan wasn’t just good in business and politics—he was also excellent at digging into old cases. They had been working on this for nearly two years, yet their efforts had remained fruitless. Until today. “What did you find?” he asked, his expression darkening. “I found a similar initial to the one you gave me before. The man who bore it was once a skilled assassin and the founder of the Blackthorn Syndicate. He also raised Victor Hensley,” Dylan revealed.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

How can I let it go like this? The bastard who hurt her is going to be dead soon. Eventually, a week after, Brayden Marshall was beheaded by Prince Rhyker.

"Don't even fucking say it Ty..... all this fucking investigation is just causing me problems between my wife, and my pack. I feel like my fucking temper is overtaking me all the time. The least I want is to loose control of myself and turn into those prick alpha's who kill just for joy." "Oh, believe me.... no body wants that. Blake I've seen what you can do. You've gotten better since our last encounter. You're just as savage as my sister when she tore up Tasha in there man." I looked over at him, he had a grin on his face. I narrowed my eyebrows and crossed my hands. "Fuck Ty..... what am I going to do? I can't lose Selene... if that asshole even tries to lay a hand on her, I will make su

Ella was flying straight into the monster’s jaws—and I wasn’t with her. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. *Nice move, getting Luna shot. So dramatic. But it’s not over, Blackthorne. Your mate is coming to my hospital. I own every corridor, every scalpel, every drop of blood. How does it feel knowing you’re about to lose everything? —T.A.* Rage hotter than hellfire surged through me. I hit call after call after call. This is Alpha Nathaniel Blackthorne. Every pack, every favor, every debt owed in the last ten years—consider it called in.

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.