Novel & Cerita Ty Blackthorn

“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.

He was certainly looking paler and there were perhaps a few more lines on his face from worry. "Let's begin." Sierra spoke up once she had carried out the formalities for the recordings. "Mr Thorn–" "Alpha." Nathaniel quickly replied. "Mr Thorn." Sierra repeated without so much as a change in her tone. "How long were you the Alpha of the Blue Mountain pack?" "My guess is you already know." "How long, Mr Thorn?" Sierra pressed. Nathaniel let out a frustrated sigh. "Nineteen years." "And how did you come to be the Alpha of the Blue Mountain pack?"

Though the duo’s battle had started off as a fist fight, the person who first drew their weapon was not Tyr, but Black Mantle. Right then, everyone finally realized that Black Mantle was holding a black iron thorn that was nearly half a meter long. It was the same colour as his robe, and with his rapid attacks, it was difficult for anyone to spot the iron thorn’s existence.

I force the whiskey down, trying not to think about how this is supposed to be a celebration. "Relax, man." Ethan claps my shoulder. "You look like you're heading to a funeral." "Maybe I am," I mutter, but the music is too loud for him to hear. Kane, the middle Wintermoon brother, leans forward in the booth. His eyes are hard and calculating. "Let's be clear about something, Blackthorn. Sophia is our baby sister." "I know." I set down my glass. "Do you?" Ryder, the youngest, crosses his arms. "Because your reputation says otherwise. Player. Womanizer. Guy who goes through girls like they're disposable."

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

I needed to move faster. Ahead, the woods thinned, showing a small clearing beside a stream. I crouched low, feeling I wasn't alone. "You can come out now," said a smooth voice. "I've been waiting for you, Ezekiel Storm." I spun around, my hand going to the silver knife at my belt. Caius Blackthorne stepped into the moonlight, looking exactly like the files described him tall, incredibly beautiful, with eyes that glowed like amber in the darkness.

They fought with grim resolve, but Alaric could see the toll each passing day took on them. In the heart of the Duskwither Hollow, a thick forest of twisted, gnarled trees offered limited cover and little hope. Retreat was their only viable option, yet even that was a death trap. Each time they tried to fall back, the Reavers were right on their heels, forcing them to fight defensively as they trudged through the cursed forest, careful not to be flanked. The familiar sight of the towering black trees loomed overhead, casting strange shadows that sapped the morale of even his bravest warriors.

I'm not surprised. Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

Who was Kaelen Blackthorne? My claws took absolute command of the multi-billion Blackthorne Hockey Group at the raw age of twenty winters, and my face has remained perfectly freezing and steady whether my team faced bloody glory on the ice or absolute execution before the supreme council. Through three decades of survival, my eyes have witnessed countless pack betrayals and mountain wars, but my expression had never cracked a single millimeter during any of them. However, tonight, Boyce is staring right at the naked uneasiness and unhinged terror vibrating through my jawline.

I found a seat near the wall and let it wash past while I stirred a bowl of soup I had no intention of finishing. "—Blackthorn's numbers are up again—" "—the Alpha, apparently, showed symptoms—" "—no, the second son—" "—collapsed during training, from what I heard—" "—progressing slower than the others they've logged—" "—Council is pushing hard for Davis on this one—" I kept stirring. Kept my eyes on the bowl. "—Rhys Blackthorn," one of them said, clearer than the rest, as though the name had finally organized itself out of the noise.