Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

Derek’s room was too calm for someone who had just returned from violence. Maybe it was because of Lewis' presence in it. In the middle of Derek's chaotic life, he still wanted Lewis to have the right amount of serenity and the calmness in this room was one of it. However, Lewis still couldn’t get over the violence. The severed thumb and Derek's bloody shirt weren't something he could easily forget. He hadn't even recovered from Barbie's craziness and now, blood?

He didn’t deserve me anyway. As I neared the altar, I finally let myself look up. And forgot how to breathe. Nate Blackthorne stood waiting. Tall, easily six-four. Broad shoulders that stretched his black suit. Dark hair swept back from a face that could have been carved from stone. Sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. A mouth that looked like it rarely smiled. He looked like death personified. Beautiful and terrible. But it was his eyes that made my steps falter. Pale blue, like winter frost and was fixed entirely on me.

"You blame Dimitri entirely, but where were you? Why didn't you help her through the broken bond?" "I tried! But she wouldn't let anyone close after he—" She stopped, composing herself. "The information is real. That's all that matters." I stood, pulling Dimitri with me. "We need to discuss this privately." "There's nothing to discuss," Dimitri said. "We're not taking her deal." "Then you'll die," Natasha said simply. "Blackthorne has been taking a special serum. Makes him stronger, faster. Nearly invincible during the full moon."

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

"Indeed," the Priestess agreed, moving toward the centre of the ritual room where preparations were already underway. "Names have power, especially true names given with a mother's love. The Northern Alliance may call him Elias Shadowthorne, but his blood, his soul, knows he is Lucious Blackthorne."

That I had another nightmare and panicked? "Zoya?" Xander's face shifted from anger to confusion. He didn't need to ask the question. "Well, well," Castellan Blackthorn stood up, a smirk forming on his lips. Two curled snakes are inked to the side of his neck, the samurai tattoo reminding me that he was the representative of the Blackthorn family. I glanced across the grim faces in the room. Gezhi of the Woodvane family, Jason who was Xander's beta, the elders, and three other families I couldn't recall.

“Stay behind me, Lila.” As the customers ran away, Blackthorn s dark laughter echoed through the night. “Hyperion. Always the hero, always so predictable,” he taunted, stepping forward with confidence. Shadows writhed around him, creating into tendrils that flickered in the light. “You should have stayed out of my way.” “Enough games” Alex growled, his voice low and threatening. “Let the people go. This isn’t your fight.” “On the contrary,” Blackthorn smirked. “It’s always been my fight. And tonight, I’m taking something that is important to you”

"Alpha Draven, one more violation of respect and you will be gagged! Your actions are an embarrassment to the Silverfang Alphas." "My deeds speak for protecting my destined!" Blaze retorted, his eyes aflame. "Tobyn, I implore you," Rhea pleaded, "consider. Jaxen Thorne had my arm. He was pulling me away. You saw him with Darius Blackmaw, did you? He was a scoundrel!" Tobyn's eyes opened a fraction, before he looked away quickly at Theon, with fear clearly in his eyes. "I. I used to see him chatting with Blackmaw, yes. But I haven't got a clue what they were discussing."

Inside smelled like stale beer, desperation, and Rhys Caldwell. He sat at a long table covered in maps and guns, back to us, barking orders at three lieutenants. Lisa’s voice crackled over a speaker phone, shrill and panicked. “They’re coming, Uncle Rhys! Blackthorn is—” I shifted back to human, naked and furious, and stepped into the light. “Looking for me?” Rhys spun, eyes widening. He was older than Damien’s father, built like a tank gone to seed, gray beard, scars across his knuckles.