Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

“Left a letter… just for you.” And then, with a final exhale, his body goes limp. I don’t move at first. I watch him, waiting for the inevitable dark trick. Nicholas has always been a snake, always finding ways to slip through death’s grasp. Slowly, cautiously, I step forward, picking up the cup. I bring it to my nose, and immediately, my body tenses. Blackthorn Poison. One of the deadliest in existence. Just inhaling its fumes burns my throat, making me cough violently. I curse, throwing the cup across the room, watching it shatter against the wall.

They found a newly built facility on the outskirts of the southern district, raided it, and successfully took the scientist doctor into custody. According to Daniel's latest intel, the Blackthorn Syndicate was developing a new drug, though it hadn't been confirmed what kind of drug it was. But now that Alex had this doctor in his hands, the man had to pay for what he had done. The torture room was dimly lit. Alex stood by the metal table, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shirt, once neatly ironed, was now wrinkled from the long night. The atmosphere was heavy with the terrifying weight of Alex’s oppressive presence.

Zarah shook her head in annoyance. “At least we try our best,” McKaye said. “Knight, the allies,” Lennox reminded him. Knight gave me the council’s number, and I dialed it on my phone when no one picked up from Knight’s number. It was picked up right away as if monitoring my call logs. “Yes? Who am I speaking to?” a man answered, sounding as old as Lennox. “You know who I am. I’m sure my number is already registered in my profile, but let me introduce myself. “I’m Blakely Nirvana Woodrow Thorne, a human mated to Alpha Knight Blackwell.”

“Thank you, officer.” The call dropped and the phone almost slipped from my hand. I couldn't even continue. I was in my thoughts. My mom was going to be so mad at me. I know her too well; she would scold me. My thought process was interrupted by Tyler’s voice; he was on his phone. I felt a wave of panic as I followed Tyler's gaze to his phone screen. A news article was open, with the headline "Breaking News: Tragic happening, the Shadow Syndicate finally burst."

The fourth official said nothing and did not move, but the color in his face changed. I had heard the name before. Everyone had heard the name. You heard it in the way people talked about the Northern Territory quickly and without dwelling, the way you mention a storm that passed through a place you used to live. Kael Blackthorne. The Alpha who had fought three border wars in five years and won all of them. The Alpha whose first mate had betrayed him and had not lived to regret it for very long. The Beast of Blackthorne. That was what they called him.

I asked. Anya hesitated. Daniel’s hand moved slightly toward his blade. Anya saw it and smiled without warmth. “Not fear, Beta. Price.” “There it is,” Daniel said. “I am Black Thorn. Did you expect charity?” I leaned forward. Pain pulled at my side, but I ignored it. “What do you want?” “Sanctuary for three children.” Daniel’s eyes sharpened. “Whose children?” “My sister’s. Black Thorn will kill her line if they know I came here.”

Who smile when kidnapping someone? Then everything went black.

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.

Ash lifted his head. When he spoke, the words sounded layered—as if two voices came from his mouth at once: “They’ve found me.” A low, rising roar echoed through the trees. Darkthorn had arrived. Hundreds—no, thousands—of warriors moved like a black tide just beyond the camp’s border, their torches bobbing in the dark. Their crest—a crimson thorn wrapped around a wolf’s skull—gleamed like fresh blood. Tyla sucked in a breath beside me. I stepped closer, shielding her with my body even though her power surged so fiercely she didn’t need me to.