Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

~Vixen~ The cold breeze of the night stung my bare skin as I stepped out of the car. This was an attribute that Blackthorn was famously known for, the constant chilly weather. It could be sunny the entire day, then within a twinkle of an eye, the weather is suddenly gloomy. It was always said that Blackthorn was as cold as it's Alpha. I leaned at the car slightly, admiring the full moon that illuminated the dark sky and the surrounding.

For getting through this. "The Blackwell crew. How... intriguing." The tone was polished and deep, smooth like aged whiskey. Alpha Victor Blackthorn appeared out of nowhere, gliding across the floor with that quiet, hunter-like ease. He was older than Ethan, with silver streaks at his temples framing his dark hair, and eyes that were a sharp, alert hazel. His authority didn't blast out like a storm; it was more like a perfectly cut suit he wore without effort. He reached for my hand, not shaking it but holding it gently, his stare soaking up every little thing about my face, my gown, my nerves. "Ms. Langley. It's a real treat to meet the lady who's... shaken up the lay of the land next door.

My family had covered it up perfectly, profiting from the new alliances while I rotted in an unmarked grave. Rage boiled inside me as I read further. The Blackthorn empire had only grown stronger. Damien Blackthorn, Kael’s older brother, was portrayed as a ruthless visionary. Billionaire Alpha. CEO of Blackthorn Group, controlling vast territories, businesses, and pack alliances across Africa and beyond. Photos showed a towering, devastatingly handsome man with sharp features, golden eyes, and an aura of pure dominance. My wolf whined traitorously at the images, drawn to his power even through a screen.

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

Theo asked Yohan for this favour. His men were always trustworthy even whatever jobs he gave them. There were Yohan, Jin, Nicholas, James, Oswald and Noah. Seven men with troubled pasts come together to form a bond and always had each other’s backs throughout the time they were together. Even if Theo was involved in the Mafia, he never regarded them as simply his alliances, they were his closest friends and would do anything to fight back if anyone harmed them. They were an inseparable family. They all met each other through Theo anyway and they were all proven reliable in all aspects so it wasn’t possible that even one of them would out Theo just like that. If they would, they really had so

Ethan safe, hidden far with Grace and heavy guard. Elara was on the other side—claws partially out, face pale but fierce. First time standing as a proud Silverfang. Dax stayed a little back, gun ready. Town volunteers, few—sheriff, hunters—circled loosely. Noon. Howls rose, distant—then close. Blackthorn poured from the woods—eighty strong, not a hundred. Still too many. Leader in front—Thorne Black. Huge man, black fur partially shifted, eyes gold and cruel. Old scar on neck from a Silverfang claw long ago.

“He didn’t want me to catch wind of his soft spot, but I had eyes and ears all over, and there you are, pure as a fresh snowfall, everything Ryker desires in a woman.” I shuddered at his touch, my skin crawling from his proximity. “You’ve got it all wrong. Ryker’s not like you. He doesn’t want to follow in your footsteps.” A cruel laugh escaped Mr. Blackthorn’s lips. “You’re naive, Harper. Ryker may put on a different facade, but deep down, he’s a Blackthorn through and through. You’ll see, I’ll prove it to you.”

she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. Liam’s eyes lingered on hers for a moment too long, he couldn't help but notice that she had such a beautiful face. He gave her a small nod, clearing his throat as he stepped back slightly to compose himself. The sound of Ethan getting to his feet, had both Liam and Rachel shift their eyes to look at him. “Blackthorn isn’t just powerful. He’s calculated, ruthless. He’ll see whatever your dad has planned.”Ethan expressed his doubt as he ran his hand on his beard as if trying to think of something.

ZADEN By end of day Damian had everything. He laid it out on my desk. I read it twice. Then I sat back and looked at the ceiling. Elias Blackthorn. Thirty years old. Inherited Alpha at twenty-four when his father died under circumstances that were officially classified as a territory dispute and unofficially classified as something considerably less clean. Since then, six packs absorbed in three years. Not by force alone. By a combination of political pressure, strategic alliances, and the occasional well-placed threat that was always just deniable enough to avoid a formal response.

he said lightly. Lie. I knew it. But I didn’t push. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he added, his gaze scanning me like he was trying to figure something out. I lifted my chin. “I could say the same.” His eyes sharpened. “Blackthorn isn’t exactly…” He paused. “…easy to get into.” There it was. The subtle dig. I smiled sweetly. “Good thing I didn’t come here the easy way.” Recognition flickered in his eyes. “Scholarship,” he said.