Blackwood Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

My breath hitched. "I saw something, " I whispered. Ethan's eyes sharpened. "What did you see?" he asked. "I don't know, " I said, pressing my fingers to my temple. ". I was working on something. Searching." Ethan confirmed it. "You were, " he said. "For what?" I asked. "For proof, " he said. A chill ran through me. "Proof of what?" I asked. "That Blackwood isn't an organization " he said quietly. "It's a system." My stomach twisted. "What does that mean?" I asked.

Eleanor cried out as something invisible seized her wrist and threw her hard against the table. Pain exploded through her shoulder. The athame skidded across the floor out of reach. The creature unfolded slowly from the darkness above her. Smiling now with too many teeth. “You opened the door,” it whispered happily. Lightning flashed. The thing suddenly froze. Every face beneath its skin turned toward the window at once. Toward the forest. A strange sound echoed through the storm outside. Not thunder. Something deeper. The woods themselves groaned as ancient magic tore through Blackwood Forest at terrifying speed.

With a small, nearly empty coin purse clutched in her hand, Winter pulled her thin cloak tighter around her shoulders and stepped out into the strengthening daylight. The village of Blackwood was nestled in a valley, a collection of sturdy, timber and stone buildings huddled together against the encroaching wilderness. The air smelled of woodsmoke, damp earth, and roasting meat from the hunter’s hall. On a normal day, the sounds were almost cheerful, the ring of the blacksmith’s hammer, the chatter of villagers, the laughter of children. But as Winter walked down the main path, a bubble of silence seemed to form around her. The chatter died.

he murmured. Not Damian. Never Damian. He closed the folder and returned it to the drawer. Outside the office windows, the city continued its ordinary rhythm. But within the next few hours, the first headlines began appearing online. Financial Herald: BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES SECRETLY REOPENS HOSPITAL FIRE INVESTIGATION Global Business Watch: REGULATORS QUESTION BLACKWOOD’S PRIVATE INQUIRY INTO DEADLY HOSPITAL FIRE Market Pulse: IS DAMIAN BLACKWOOD HIDING SOMETHING FROM AUTHORITIES?

His eyes had completely disappeared into tiny crescent moons. My hold on the pillow tightened. Ding. Ding. I picked up my phone, staring at the notification illuminating the screen. A file Rita had sent me. I clicked on it, biting my lip and sitting up straighter as I read through it. The Blackwood family. Three siblings. Alicia Blackwood. The first Blackwood child. Thirty-six years old. Married to some old man who happened to come from old wealth too, sounded like a typical arranged marriage.

Although part of her might have been happy to corner Lucian again, if yesterday's incident really leaked to the public, it would affect the company's stock price. Blackwood Corporation was not just a company, but a business empire that spanned across multiple fields—automotive, technology, finance, and even property. Behind its great name stood four main pillars: Blackwood Motors with its electric cars and self-driving systems, Blackwood Tech, which dominated AI and cyber security, Blackwood Finance in the world of finance, and Blackwood Real Estate, which dominated property.

Blackwood. Finally, the moment arrived. Zeke moved to the center stage. The lights dimmed, focusing a spotlight on him as he tapped the microphone. The room instantly fell silent and everyone’s eyes made their way to where he stood with a small smile on his face, eager to hear his speech. “Good evening, Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for your extraordinary generosity tonight, the Blackwood family is forever in your debt.” He began, his voice amplified, filling every corner of the vast room.

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.

It was the first time he had heard of it. “Mana in general does not do harm. However, as with every other thing, too much of it CAN do harm.” Yuki explained. “Blackwood trees are high quality magic materials that are used to make certain magic items and weapons. The mana stored within them is so concentrated that they are stronger than some magic crystals. And that mountain is filled with those trees.

Brooke. “Here,” Alexander sidles next to me on the table I am sitting at, with a book open in front of me. He shows me the book he’d found just now. It’s a book with a dark, leather cover with the title ‘Creatures of the Lunar woods’ on it, “I read the synopsis, and it’s got a section dedicated to all the packs in the Lunar woods. Granted the book was written decades ago, but most of the packs in the woods are ancient, so almost all of them are still here.”