Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

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."

Are you planning to boast about this victory for the rest of the cycle, Ebu?” The mountain breeze is vastly gentler this high above the territory. I am standing completely bare-legged on Ifu Okoye’s high stone ledge, one of my palms resting lightly on the reinforced crystal perimeter, the other curved protectively over the heavy, swollen crescent of my male womb. The sprawling tribal expanse of Blackthorn City unfolds directly beneath my position, a shimmering grid of primal fires and glowing arcane runes, settling into a deep silence during this thin hour separating the midnight hunt from the dawn.

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

There he was. Damon Blackthorn lounged in a cushioned chair like this was a play put on for his amusement. Shoulders broader than in my memory, dark hair tamed back, the Blackthorn crest gleaming against his throat. The mark where his father’s Alpha power had settled burned faintly at the edge of his collar, more brand than blessing. Next to him, Lila leaned forward on the rail, glossy hair spilling over expensive fabric. She whispered something in his ear, lips almost touching his skin.

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.

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.