Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

“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.”

unsettling. As we approached the Blackthorn’s main hall, I steeled myself. This was a test, and not just of diplomacy. The Blackthorn pack wasn’t just any pack—they were notorious. Ruthless. Led by Dante’s son, Killian Blackthorn, they had once been our enemies, locked in a bloody feud with my father’s generation. The thought of walking into their territory to negotiate peace felt wrong on every level.

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.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

Plural? Lyra was going crazy as she howled for them, but my head was screaming hell no. Three mates? That was just insane. And these guys were tall, tattooed, and worst of all are the Blackthorn Riders, the lycan biker gang that’s been terrorizing my pack for years. They’ve left my people bruised and scared, and I hated their guts. But that scent was pulling me in, and I hate how my body’s betraying me.

" Just as they were about to shove Holly into the car, a frantic blare of a horn cut through the air. The screech of tires on asphalt followed, and a Maybach came barreling toward them. Luke was caught off guard, causing him to stumble back. The car screeched to a halt just five meters from him. Holly recognized the plate and breathed a sigh of relief. Yoel stepped out, his face raging like a storm. He walked towards them with an attitude that spelled trouble. Luke immediately shrunk under his shadow. Yoel only had one mission. He made a beeline for Holly, his crew following quickly behind to deal with the rest. The bodyguards helping Luke sensed that the tide had turned and they immediately

“Azrael’s dead. Lilith will come for you all. And Kael’s too busy licking her boots to protect his own.” The taller one narrowed his eyes. “And who are you to challenge Kael?” I met his gaze, calm as steel. “I’m Damon Blackthorn.” The name dropped like a stone into silence. They knew it. They feared it. And that fear was my ally now. Within the hour, I stood before what remained of the Iron Howl war council-veterans with missing eyes, mangled hands, and grudges deeper than blood. They listened as I spoke of betrayal, of the boy I saved, of the wraiths Lilith sent.