Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

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

Pity he's now dead, otherwise I'd have done it myself. I centre my attention back on the issue at hand as I look at Maybelline searchingly. "There's something I still don't understand. I died, so how did you bring me back to life, and -" "Oh, Batista, I've been following you for awhile now, ever since you rose in rank, reinvented yourself and became Ash Thunder, as if you were trying to wipe away the past." She sighs and stands as she begins to pace. "The DEA works closely with the best scientists, and we have at our disposal, ground- breaking drugs, not yet tested, but still quite potent. It's what we use in helping targets."

A chill ran down my spine, not entirely from the cold stone floors. “Welcome, Miss Thorne,” a deep, resonant voice echoed from the grand staircase. Lord Victor Blackthorn, the eldest, descended with the grace of a predator. Tall and broad-shouldered, with raven hair streaked with silver at the temples and eyes like polished obsidian, he carried an aura of old power and restrained hunger. His tailored black coat hugged a frame built for both command and combat.

“Your uncle was cocky even after he killed your parents, he always believed he would not die because he is family, he would milk those people that worked with him at every hour of the day and for every opportunity and it’s obvious the family that killed your parents, they are keen to hide their identity.” “It’s not because of fear.” “I know Luca, it’s something else.” He pressed play on the screen and the names came on. “The first is the Blackthorn family, they have three kids, two are tenacious who are yet to take over but will in the following year, they have a sister, she was born a little later, I’m guessing she was a mistake, because she is just two years old, the parents are powerful a

He possessed the power of healing and the water element. Malishka Miah Blackthorn (deceased) Age 25, the youngest among the three siblings. Miah was part of TAK with her brothers. Before her death, she served as the Royal Gama of the Blackthorn Clan and possessed the powers of the air and fire elements. Alexander Adrian Age 26, Rafael’s best friend. He started serving as the Royal Beta after Phoenix’s death. Other details regarding Alex will be revealed later. Vidhant Mittal

“He said there is much more to lose if we keep working with her. And besides, he suspects that she has some ties to the rogue wolves that have been attacking Crystal pack. Anyway, if you find her, kill her. Don't let her escape alive.” “Okay then.” The carriage rider said. Then he revealed a letter T tattoo on his right hand. “I am actually also a trained assassin for master Matteo. And now that he has asked me to kill his sister, I will do so, honourably.”

Jerry said coldly. A sly look appeared on Brad’s face. “I’ve tampered with the Centennial Blood Root. You'll definitely find that kid if you take Woody with you. “If you do that, you'll have the Centennial Blood Root, right?” “Thank you, Mr. Gunther!” Jerry grinned and then went after Chase with his people. After Brad watched him leave, he turned to his subordinate and said, “Tell Master Blackthorn to kill that kid and take back the Centennial Blood Root.”

Her leather jacket was gone, leaving her in her red tank top, the fabric torn at the shoulder, and her auburn hair hung in her face, the silver streaks catching the torchlight. Zane Blackthorn sat on his throne, his lean frame coiled with menace, his amber eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. His shaved head gleamed, the claw-mark tattoos snaking up his arms a stark contrast to his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric stained with blood. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm on the armrest, each tap echoing like a heartbeat in the cavern’s stillness. Around him, his pack lingered, their eyes averted, their postures tense, but Rhea stood at his side, her cruel

She looked at the skeleton again, her skin crawling. “A legacy of rot.... That's what it is. I want no part of it.” He didn’t correct her, pulling his phone out of his pocket instead. "You should head back inside." he told her. "what about you?" she asked him. He turned around and locked gaze with her, his phone pressed to his ear. "Me.... Well I'm going to move the body and hope the dead can forgive me." ************************************************** The walk back through the tunnels was silent, the weight of what she’d seen sinking into her bones like cold rain.