Ava Grey Blackwood Pack Novel Novels & Stories

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

Jade After what my father said to me in the morning, I realized how stressed he was and how serious the issue is, the black wolves are planning a secret war and they want to caught everyone by surprise, their greed and taste for revenge is driving them insane, imagine one pack against all packs, a pack that isolated themselves from every other packs, a pack that kills members of other packs that steps into their pack, a pack that is ruled by a crazy Alpha who's tasty for power and greed, I cannot let that happen, I have to do something even if I cannot stop the Alpha of Black wolves Pack, I can at least stop his son before he goes crazy and does something wrong. Amy still refused talking to

Clara Voss, the chosen, the perfect, the one who would secure the alliance with the Silverfang Pack and ensure the north remained unbreakable. Across from them lounged the man who had ridden in at dusk with a retinue of twenty black furred wolves and not a single smile: Damien Blackwood, heir to Silverfang. He was everything the rumors promised and more. Tall enough that even seated he seemed to dominate the space, shoulders broad beneath dark leather armor edged in wolf pelt, hair the color of raven wings falling loose past his collar. His face was sharp angles and shadowed hollows, beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful before it destroys. And his eyes... storm gray, cold as the glacier

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

I startled and looked at her. I hastily bowed. “As Her Majesty wishes.” ~~~~ For the first time, I felt something foreign settle in my gut. I felt cagey, restless. I took out my phone and called Aaron, my right-hand man. “Blackwood pack is creating problems, I heard?” He replied after a few moments. Maybe surprised by my behaviour. I usually order them to wipe out the packs that create problems and doesn’t wish to negotiate.

Everyone starts whispering loudly while others start walking away leaving us alone in the middle of the room. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to barge in. I was let inside. Alpha Trey Blackwood is expecting me. I'm Alyssa Bailey," I tell him trying to keep my calm. "Well, if you don't know who I am then I suggest you get lost right now or I'll rip your head off," He growls stepping forward threateningly. "Should I know you?" I reply taking a step backwards. "Of course you should..." He smirks arrogantly "Trey Blackwood, alpha of the largest pack in this area... the Blackwood Pack"

The runes on the stones flared brighter, and I felt a surge of energy coursing through me. The ground beneath us trembled, and a beam of light shot up from the central stone, connecting with the sky above. The magic of the sanctuary was awakening, its power flowing through us like a river of light. As the energy reached its peak, I felt a connection to the werewolves, to the land, and to the very heart of Silverwood Falls. The power was intoxicating, but also terrifying in its intensity. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows at the edge of the grove. Gabriel Blackwood, his face twisted with rage and determination, had found us. “You think you can stop me with this ancient mumbo jumbo?”

ACE By nine in the morning, we were already in Blackwood’s main hall—a place that only ever got used for events like this. The kind where silence is heavy, and everything smells like old money and regret. The sky outside was overcast, shadows of gray-blue light creeping through the tall windows and soaking the room in a cold hue. The Blackwood family portraits lined the walls like judges. Reggie’s was one of the biggest—arms crossed, chest puffed, staring straight at the spot where we were now all seated. It felt like he was still watching. Even from the grave.

Lilith’s POV The next morning, Magnus summoned me to his study. He didn’t smile. He just gestured for me to sit, then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk like a man about to make a deal with the devil. “There’s a pack,” he began, with his dangerously low voice. “Blackwood.” I nodded, recognising the name instantly. Blackwood was a respected and powerful pack. I had tried going there to see if they'd take me in, but other rogues told me they were unapproachable.

He looked unconvinced, like he was calculating the risks of revealing too much. Eliana held her composure, keeping her legs crossed neatly and her hands folded carefully in her lap. She tried to look respectful, calm, and as relaxed as possible, anything that might push him into continuing. Finally, Blackwood leaned forward, almost like she shrugged inside him. “There’s a greater evil growing,” he said. “One no one in the Pack can see coming, and when it finally does come, it will wipe away everyone and everything. It will take them all by surprise.”