Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

“See? Real. Now, drop the knife. I’m not going to hurt you.” “Not a chance.” I held firm. “I’m keeping it until you tell me how I got here.” He looked like he wanted to laugh again. And cry. And maybe fall over. Then he folded his arms and said simply, “I’m Kendrick Blackthorn. Alpha of Lunaria.” I stared. He stared back. “What?” I demanded. “Nothing,” he murmured. “Just surprised you don’t know who I am.” “Am I supposed to?” “The name Blackthorn? Alpha of Lunaria? That doesn’t ring a bell?”

; Seer-Lira trailing ethereal, Caelum’s cousin veiled in silver gossamer, third-eye tattoo on forehead pulsing questing-white, blind-gaze piercing. Thorne halted thunderous, nostrils flaring storm-flame reek, voice gravel-roar: “Blackwood! This disturbance *reeks* of your whelp-spawn—rifts cracking *my* border holds like eggshells, shadows spilling wolf-blood! Surrender heirs *and* whatever anchor they’ve forged, or we invoke full council sanction—packs claim your university by rite!”

The effect was stunning and otherworldly. And at the center of it all, of course, stood Theron. Black coat. Hands clasped behind his back. Hair just slightly disheveled from the breeze. He looked like he’d stepped from the pages of a cursed fairytale—the kind with blood and broken vows and too many teeth. He didn’t turn at first. Just said, without looking, “You came.” “You left me no choice,” I replied, stepping onto the path. “You could try asking next time, you know. It's a concept called basic courtesy.”

It did not make sense. "Why?," I asked, approaching closely, my voice low and lethal. "Why would you relinquish now?" Blackthorn choked, spit blood on the ground, then looked back. Though his eyes were piercing, they exuded an unusual resignation. "Because I have no choice," he said raspily. "Your traitor; the one feeding me knowledge; they turned on me." As I worked through his remarks, my pulse accelerated. "You are claiming another traitor exists?" He nodded faintly. "I wanted none of your children. I sought leadership of the pack. They are far closer than you might expect, albeit someone else does want them.

'' Tylor boomed and banged his fists on the wall angrily. My eyes shot up to him. I gasped. His green orbs had disappeared. They were now filled with desolate darkness. His eyes were pitch black, animal-like, deadly. There was no sign of Tylor in those eyes. He was totally gone. '' You disobeyed me! I told you, I told you Sky. I told you not to come out of your fucking room!!'' Tylor fumed. His neck was crawling with darkened veins. It snaked around his arms, his torso and up his face.

As I moved one step closer, he opened his hand, and I suddenly stopped when I saw the piece of technology he was holding. I had never seen this exact device before, but since it was important for me to stay informed about the cities, I recognized the flame and lightning symbol on the side. Blackthorn Technologies was the main company that made weapons in the shifter world, and if I was right, Mr. Mason was holding a high-level taser that would force me into a partial shift, leaving me trapped between wolf and human form and completely under his control.

A heavy, iron-shod boot strikes the top step of the obsidian staircase. "Take your hand off my mate's face, Thornclaw," Idris Blackthorne rumbles, his voice carrying the weight of an absolute death sentence as he steps out of the shadows, his golden eyes burning like molten iron in the dark. "Or I will tear your arm from your collarbone before your wolf can even register the pain."

Conversations thinning at the edges like threads being pulled. Even the music seemed to hesitate. Then the entrance doors opened. Damien Blackthorne stepped inside. He did not announce himself. He did not need to. Power preceded him. Dark hair, controlled but unrestrained. A face carved with precision rather than softness. Crystal blue eyes that did not search the room so much as assess it and discard what was irrelevant. A tunic the color of stormlight clung to his frame. A silver fang clasp rested at his throat like a quiet warning.

“Your daughter will face justice. And you’ll have to decide whether to accept that or spend the rest of your life denying reality.” Blackthorn looked like he wanted to hit me. But we were surrounded by witnesses, and attacking another Alpha at the summit would mean immediate expulsion and loss of standing. “This isn’t over,” he said finally. “Yes, it is. You just haven’t accepted it yet.” He stalked away, radiating fury. “That was brave and possibly stupid,” Maya said, appearing with Dax. “Blackthorn is old-school powerful. Connected. Vindictive.” “He’s also the father of the woman who tried to kill me multiple times. I’m not going to pretend to be nice to make him comfortable.”