Ava Grey Blackwood Pack Novel Novels & Stories

"So no. I'm not going back. I'm not going back to live in that house full of memories and pain." Before anyone could respond, she turned and ran upstairs. Her footsteps echoed through the silence until a bedroom door slammed shut, and then there was nothing. Mr. Greystone's hands trembled at his sides. Then his gaze returned slowly to Alexander, and the hatred in it hadn't lessened, if anything, it had deepened into something colder and more deliberate. "You've succeeded in manipulating another one." His voice was frighteningly calm. "For now." He took one slow step backward. "But I promise you this.. I will get back at you, Alexander Blackwood." He spat the name like it tasted of something

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

The air is light and refreshing, I find myself closing my eyes. Opening my eyes once more, I continue to walk forward. As I walk the grass beneath me begins to grow warm. I shift my gaze down and watch as the light green grass begins to glow yellow. From the middle of the clearing purple fog begins to form. The fog is thick and dark as it begins to further spread. I watch as the fog suddenly begins to spiral upward. Slowly the fog begins to clear and a large black dog with glowing purple eyes stands before me. Wisps of black flames surround the dog. The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

I took the file, opened it, and saw the name of this maid: Pyra Ruby Blackwood. It read. Picking up the photograph of Pyra Blackwood, I watched her portrait clearly. She was beautiful. With her mop of red hair cascading down her back, perfectly accentuating her delicate and soft face, framed by a high cheekbone. A smile was plastered on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes; her dull crimson eyes lacked it, seemingly to hold a story of their own. Her skin was as pale, shimmering like fallen snow in the winter.

“The resemblance is… uncanny.” I stepped closer, my towering frame casting a shadow over Malcolm. “Who is Aurora Blackwood?” Malcolm hesitated, his fingers gripping the armrests of his chair tightly. “Aurora was from a bloodline most wolves can only dream of. They were called the Astral Pack—a clan of wolves so powerful, they were said to have been blessed by the moon itself. They were faster, stronger, more connected to their instincts than any Alpha or Lycan. But with that power came a curse—destruction followed them everywhere they went. And now… they’re extinct. Or so we thought.”

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

Chapter 1 ”Mhmm arghh mmm yes ” I just have imagined it Aurora Calloway sighed as she stepped into the dimly lit mansion, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The air smelled of expensive wine and something else—something smoky and indulgent, like sin itself. She shifted the wedding decorations in her arms, exhaustion settling deep in her bones after hours of dealing with her mother’s over-the-top demands. The Blackwood estate was massive, cold, and eerily quiet. It felt more like a museum than a home. She had barely taken a few steps into the grand hallway when a sound made her pause.

Her aura was different tonight; she wasn’t shivering in her usual state, but this was more of a disappointment and even anger. I clenched my hands as I had a cold glint in my eyes. Instantly, I held her arms firmly and told her in a sharp tone. “I, Damon Blackthorn, Alpha of Moonfall pack. Hereby reject you as my mate.” I could hear the sound of thunder and lightning roaring through the skies, which gave the entire moment an ominous feeling if I had just made a colossal mistake.

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.