Ava Grey Blackwood Pack Novel Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 4 Designing a Life Beyond the Pack POV: Elara A black SUV sped towards the border. Its tyres were humming against the asphalt. This sound usually meant I was running errands for the pack. But today, the trunk wasn’t filled with imported linens or high-end catering supplies. It was empty, just like the pit in my stomach. I pulled over into the gravel lot of a nondescript glass building situated exactly on the line between the Werewolf and Human territories.

My skin had turned a sickly, translucent gray, and my heart stuttered in a chest that felt hollowed out by a hot iron. ​Every time the wind blew from the North, it carried the scent of pine and cedar—the signature of the Blackwood Pack. In the past, that scent had been my sanctuary. Now, it was a poison. Every whiff made me convulse, vomiting until there was nothing left but yellow bile and the copper taste of my own broken spirit. ​Julian had cleared the cache. He had deleted me from the system of his life. And the universe, in its cold indifference, was more than happy to let me fade into a shadow.

She was looking for a specific section: The History of the Northern Coast. She found it near the back of the room, tucked away in a corner where the shadows were deepest. She ran her fingers over the books until she found a thick volume with a dark blue cover. It was labeled with the Blackwood family crest—a silver tree with deep roots. When she pulled the book from the shelf, it felt lighter than the others. She laid it on a reading table and opened the cover.

🔞 ♠️ #BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 �⃣ Chapter 17 ♠️ 🌋 OMNISCIENT_POV 🌋 The explosion sent shockwaves through the Abuja streets, sirens blaring in the distance. Elizabeth sped away, Dave slumped in the passenger seat. Ijeoma lay unconscious, her fate uncertain. As the dust settled, a figure emerged from the shadows - Marcus, phone in hand. He watched the chaos unfold, a mix of concern and calculation on his face.

Alpha Gabriel was well aware of how his pack members were dissatisfied, but he also had his own worries and doubts if the established peace would last long. The fighting scene still seemed to amaze him and how his Beta took on almost all the members of the Blackwood pack, Gabriel was watchful and alert knowing fully well of the threat and disloyalty of some members of his pack.One cool evening, Alpha Gabriel felt that there was a rising thinking of dissatisfaction and unease that the members of his pack felt.

Yesterday ash and smoke and worn leather floated in spirals. Books littered the walls. Broken covers lay out like an invisible witness. Skewed light of tomorrow cuts the high windows, unfettered to release the step-by-step arousal of the sleepwalker's dust which shakes the air. Samuel Blackwood sat behind a mahogany desk, reading glasses in place low on the bridge of his nose, scowling face all these years. Reading to be done in stacks in the last two minutes in front of him. He could sense his son surrounding him.

Without another word, Elizabeth turns and then she walks out the door, every single one of the maids following behind her, and the door is shut behind them. Sage breathes heavily, his chest heaving, the ceremonial robe clinging to his sweat-damp skin. His body is betraying him. He needs to get out of her, now! He will not stay here and be used like a thing; he is not an object, and he is not just an omega. He is Sage Blackwood of Ashbourne pack, and he doesn't go down without a fight And as long as he breathes, he will escape this hell.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

Olivia stepped further inside, breathing in the familiar scent of old books and polished wood. She moved along the rows of shelves, her fingers lightly trailing over the spines of various volumes until she found what she was looking for—a large, worn book bound in leather, its cover bearing the emblem of the Blackwood family. The title read, The Lineage of the Blackwood Alphas. With a deep breath, she carefully pulled the book from the shelf and carried it to a nearby table. Settling into a chair, she opened it gently, the pages brittle with age.

Maybe I’ll stand there and watch everyone else be claimed while I remain unchosen, unwanted. I swallow hard and carry a tray of drinks across the room, pretending my heart isn’t trying to beat its way out of my chest. Then the door at the far end opens. The room goes quiet in a wave. He walks in like he owns the floor, the walls, the air. Liam Blackwood. Future Alpha of Nightfall Pack. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair pushed back carelessly, eyes the color of a storm over the mountains. Power rolls off him in waves, thick and heavy, pressing against my skin.