Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

"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."

Ruth-Ann slapped her mother's hand away, her face flushing a deep scarlet. "Stop it! It's dinner, not a strip club," Ruth-Ann hissed. Before Bethany could respond, the doorbell rang. Bethany let out a little squeal of excitement, checking her lipstick one last time before pulling the door open. Ryder Blackthorn stood on the porch, his massive frame nearly blocking out the porch light. He had shed his leather jacket, wearing only a tight black T-shirt that clung to the rippling muscles of his chest and arms. He held a large bouquet of colorful lilies in one hand and a single, long-stemmed red rose in the other.

I expected fear, but something that looked like excitement flashed through her eyes. We got out of the car and joined the warriors and Liam. Liam was talking to Jake Blackthorn in front of the entrance, although by the way they were standing, it didn’t look friendly. Jake was Garrett Blackthorn’s youngest son and somewhat of a playboy type. For an Alchemist, though, he was actually a pretty decent guy, and I got on with him quite well. Liam, on the other hand, never seemed to like him. Jake turned and saw me and smiled. He started to walk towards me, completely dismissing Liam, who looked furious.

I murmur, looking down at my boots. Orion pauses his work, his calloused hands resting on the iron gear. "Kaelen Blackthorne is an Alpha built for war, Lyra. He survived the purge of Ember Hall and built the Blackthorne Pack Estate out of ash and blood. He doesn't understand soft games. If you pull away from him, his wolf assumes you're preparing to strike." "I am trying to protect people," I say, my voice desperate.

The words the Priestess had taught me rose to my lips, ancient and powerful: "By blood and bone, by moon and stone, I call to you across the void. Lucious Blackthorne, son of Kieran and Raven, brother of my heart, hear my voice. The light within you cannot be extinguished, the truth of your blood cannot be denied. Show me where you are held, that I may bring you home."

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.

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.