Ty Blackthorn の小説・ストーリー

The effect was stunning and otherworldly. And at the center of it all, of course, stood Theron. Black coat. Hands clasped behind his back. Hair just slightly disheveled from the breeze. He looked like he’d stepped from the pages of a cursed fairytale—the kind with blood and broken vows and too many teeth. He didn’t turn at first. Just said, without looking, “You came.” “You left me no choice,” I replied, stepping onto the path. “You could try asking next time, you know. It's a concept called basic courtesy.”

She was lying down unconsciously like dead wood. Kael Blackthorn, the Billionaire Alpha was in his room when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. To him, when such things happen it's a sign that someone close to his heart is in trouble. He quickly used his magical power to sort out what the problem might be or who

It did not make sense. "Why?," I asked, approaching closely, my voice low and lethal. "Why would you relinquish now?" Blackthorn choked, spit blood on the ground, then looked back. Though his eyes were piercing, they exuded an unusual resignation. "Because I have no choice," he said raspily. "Your traitor; the one feeding me knowledge; they turned on me." As I worked through his remarks, my pulse accelerated. "You are claiming another traitor exists?" He nodded faintly. "I wanted none of your children. I sought leadership of the pack. They are far closer than you might expect, albeit someone else does want them.

'' He murmured. ''Yes, yes. I'm here...I'm here...'' Tylor's dark orbs flickered back to his green ones. Hope gleamed in my heart. A second later his black eyes had returned. That hope drizzled down like the tears that streamed down my face. ''Sky!'' He growled. He was pressing his weight on me. He moved his bulge in between my thighs. I screamed and trashed beneath him. Tylor groaned. ''Feisty.......the more you move the more I get turned on. Fuck Sky....''

As I moved one step closer, he opened his hand, and I suddenly stopped when I saw the piece of technology he was holding. I had never seen this exact device before, but since it was important for me to stay informed about the cities, I recognized the flame and lightning symbol on the side. Blackthorn Technologies was the main company that made weapons in the shifter world, and if I was right, Mr. Mason was holding a high-level taser that would force me into a partial shift, leaving me trapped between wolf and human form and completely under his control.

Idris Blackthorne "Watch your barking tongue, Tavon Blackthorne!" Magnus Wraith snaps, his throat choking hard on his cup of wild berry wine until his eyes turn watery. "My alpha frame carries ten times more running power and handsome fur than your ugly pelt could ever dream of!" Tavon stays completely blind to the thick, suffocating pack tension rising inside the stone walls, his mouth moving carelessly. "This is absolute forest witchcraft! Is that plain healer female carrying some secret dark moon potion inside her basket?"

Conversations thinning at the edges like threads being pulled. Even the music seemed to hesitate. Then the entrance doors opened. Damien Blackthorne stepped inside. He did not announce himself. He did not need to. Power preceded him. Dark hair, controlled but unrestrained. A face carved with precision rather than softness. Crystal blue eyes that did not search the room so much as assess it and discard what was irrelevant. A tunic the color of stormlight clung to his frame. A silver fang clasp rested at his throat like a quiet warning.

“Your daughter will face justice. And you’ll have to decide whether to accept that or spend the rest of your life denying reality.” Blackthorn looked like he wanted to hit me. But we were surrounded by witnesses, and attacking another Alpha at the summit would mean immediate expulsion and loss of standing. “This isn’t over,” he said finally. “Yes, it is. You just haven’t accepted it yet.” He stalked away, radiating fury. “That was brave and possibly stupid,” Maya said, appearing with Dax. “Blackthorn is old-school powerful. Connected. Vindictive.” “He’s also the father of the woman who tried to kill me multiple times. I’m not going to pretend to be nice to make him comfortable.”

It did not. What it offered instead was the growing certainty that whatever had begun with Jenny’s curiosity and Ayla’s wrongness and Finn’s betrayal did not end inside ordinary pack war. The night had cracked something wider open than that. Somewhere behind us lay Blackthorn, broken and turned from its centre. Somewhere ahead lay Greyfen, with their old records and older half-mocking devotion to buried things. Between the two sat a symbol none of us understood and the memory of men who moved like shadows wearing the scent of something ancient.