Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

We live in a world where no one knows who anyone really is. I'm the perfect example of that, if you see me you think I'm normal, but I'm far from that, I'm a royal. And no, I'm not talking about kings and queens. My kind is the strongest. "A royal vampire!" One of the, Blackthorn's, hunters screamed. Blackthorn's are a family of Vampire hunters. They have made their life goal to end us all. They never learn, why would you go and mess with us, especially when our leader is the greatest most badass man, my great grandfather, Phoenix.

She mentally prayed for I'm to get done with whatever he wanted as soon as possible because the loud shriek that she was holding back is now hard control. He continued to pull out and put in his fingers for a long time yet she wasn't wet. Lastly, he gave up and took his finger out. Kissing her neck hard he left there a hickey to remind her what they had on the other day. With a push, he thrust his hard dick inside her making her Yelp in pain because of his sudden move, and above that, there wasn't any lubrication to ease the irritation of her vagina. Without any sort of warning, he began to thrust in and out at an animalistic speed ignoring her screams of 'be slow...be gentle '

But staring up at the dark silhouette of the Alpha, framed by the towering pines, the reality of his situation settled heavy in his gut. "Fine," Noah muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "Lead the way, Captain Sunshine." Francis grunted,a sound that might have been annoyance or faint amusement and turned back toward the trail. Ten minutes later, the dense treeline opened up, revealing a steep, rocky incline overlooking the valley. Perched on the high rise, surrounded by a massive stone wall, sat Blackwood Manor. It was a imposing structure of dark timber, rough-hewn granite, and tall, narrow windows that reflected the pale moonlight. It looked less like a house and more like a ancient

“Mae.” “Scholarship?” I let out a sigh that seemed to come from my entire soul. “Is there a sign tattooed on my forehead or something?” “No sign.” He pushed away from the locker casually. “Blackthorn just has a very efficient system for making sure everyone knows exactly where they stand.” I opened my mouth to respond, but something in his expression shifted first. The easy friendliness in Jason’s expression faded almost instantly. I turned before he could say anything. Immediately I caught sight of Cole Ashford who had stopped walking.

“Did he... did the ceremony go through I ran? Is it him? Is he marking me over the woods?” “No, no,” Jax answered, and his face burnt in the flickering fire-light, his voice shook in a manner that seemed to me more than the suffering. "Thorne is a Blackthorn. They have a jagged thorny crown and it is the sign of power and blood. This... this is something else. It appears to be the leftover of the Old Gods, the sign of the First Packs. I have never even heard of this in the forbidden scrolls. It shouldn't exist, Jessica. This has not been witnessed on this earth in centuries.”

White lilies, blue moonbells, clusters of wild foxglove. My throat tightened as I approached. The headstone was polished dark granite. Noah Blackthorn 2002 – 2017 Beloved Alpha Heir, Son, Brother and Raven King. I crouched beside it, my fingers brushing over his name and I could almost feel him here. I rested my forehead lightly against the top of it for a moment the way I always did, feeling my eyes burn a bit. Then I stood and kept hold of Aria’s hand, pulling her close.

Even if it is the last thing I do on this mountain. The first shape appeared among the trees. Massive, dark gray, with eyes like a tomb. Silas Blackthorn had come home.

The shift in the air, a heaviness in my chest, they all made sense. The crowd parted like the sea itself bowed to him as he walked towards the forefront and stood. Alpha Ryker Blackthorn. Tall, powerfully built. Dressed in pitch-black leathers that fit like they were tailored to wrap around death itself. His hair was midnight-dark, tousled like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes, gods, those eyes were carved from winter. No warmth, no flicker of curiosity, just ice and piercing. He was beautiful, sinfully handsome.

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!