Ty Blackthorn Novels & Stories

“Figured this was a worthy occasion.” We drink in companionable silence for a while. The courtyard’s empty except for us, torches sputtering in the wind. Somewhere above, a banner snaps. Blackthorn’s sigil, wolf and thorn, dark against the stars. “I’m trying to drink enough to forget all the nonsense he spouted about us,” she says suddenly. “But you heard it too, right?” “Oh, yes,” I say dryly. “He was very detailed. You missed the part where he claimed we invented a new technique for survival cuddling.”

They moved with eerie grace, and when you looked into their eyes, you could see it glowing in various colors of violet, silver, and gold. Their leader, an ancient-looking man named Thorne with long silver hair and a presence that made the air feel different, stepped forward. No doubt these people were powerful and they had been around much longer than us. But that didn't give them the right to point fingers at something and demand their need for it. There had to be processes for something like that, right? Or maybe even disagreements. Nobody should have everything he or she wanted. “Alpha Blackthorn. Luna.” He bowed his head slightly. “We have waited centuries for one such as your son. The T

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

he looks even better. Then I heard it...the snapping of bones, and before I knew it, Ty was gone. My eyes went wide, and my mouth gawked openly. I covered my mouth with both of my hands to suppress myself from yelling or blurting anything out. Ty was no longer standing before me....instead, was a massive black wolf with beautiful hazel-green eyes.

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.

Instead, he watched his daughter as her shivers grew, her eyes glimmering; Katie’s teeth chattered. “Don’t worry,” Tom said, seeing his friend’s unease, “Palm is one of us. He named his own daughter Cimmeria, for fuck’s sake. After Conan the Conqueror’s homeland. And if we can’t trust a black guy who digs Robert Howard like us, who the hell can we trust?” Tommy clapped him on the back and laughed. “Your agent’s legal department—good one, man.” 2

Alphonse, alpha of the Rabid bloodhound teased, sipping his red wine. "My apologies alpha. I'm sure you must have heard of the recent happenings in my pack. I would like to seek your help and propose a deal because I know you would know one or two things I might be ignorant of," I explained, folding my arms on the table as I spoke to the men. Noting their reaction to every word I spoke. "What happened to Blackthorn daughter? I heard that he has been gathering armies from the east and training his men like he was about to unleash hell on earth," Shawn asked, the man in the middle, the wrinkles on his face and hands spoke of his experience in battles and leadership.

A flash of something unreadable crossed his face before the cold mask snapped back. “Remember, Serenya,” he warned, “you’re still learning what power truly means.” He turned sharply and strode away, leaving her trembling but unbroken. Moments later, the heavy wooden door creaked open. Blackthorn entered, steady and imposing — a knight forged in shadow and loyalty. His sharp eyes caught sight of Serenya, her fingers brushing the faint, angry mark on her throat. He said nothing, but his gaze held quiet understanding. Inclining his head, his voice low and wrapped in riddles, he said, “Some wounds are not meant for the light, Lady Serenya. They whisper truths only silence can hear.”

"There is no need for me to lie about what the truth is. Maya Blackthorn, the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Darius Blackthorn, tried to murder Selene Vale, the rightful Luna of the Obsidian Throne…" "You don't want to do that with me, grandpa!" Kael resorted to a casual tone. His eyes had gone completely emotionless. "But I'm going to accord you the respect since we're family and allow you to correct your mistakes regarding these allegations against my mate." "They're not allegations, Lycan Leader," Elder Thorne Ashvale said fiercely. "I am not here to soothe you with words and satisfy your ego because one woman makes your groin hot. I am here to tell you the truth."