Blackwood Book Novels & Stories

Vivienne had been awake most of the night. "Here's what I have," she said, turning her laptop toward the group. "Blackwood's renamed location matches an abandoned forestry station about four hours north. Satellite imagery shows no recorded activity in decades." She paused. "But thermal scans from the last two weeks show heat signatures. Recent ones." "Edmund," Gabriel said immediately. "Maybe," Vivienne allowed. "Or whoever he answers to." Alexander was already on his feet. "Then we go now." "We go prepared," Isaac corrected, quiet but firm. "Blackwood survived thirty years by being forgotten. I'd rather not assume it's stayed empty just because the maps say so."

Lila pov The streets of Blackwood had always been deserted, covered in dense fog that engulfed every surface. The towering pines at the edge of the city danced gently to the sound of the breeze, their shadows spreading like claws across the streets. It was inauspiciously quiet, save for the occasional distant how that sent shivers racing down my spine. Blackwood was known for its secrets, and it felt like I wa: walking right into one of them.

"Try not to get in my way, Alpha." They moved into the dark forest like black smoke. Five miles down the mountain, deep inside a tight rocky gap, sat Blackwood Post. It was a huge Council supply fort. High walls made of thick tree trunks and iron spikes ran around three long wooden houses, a yard full of supply wagons, and a heavy stone building at the back. High watchtowers stood at the corners, where Council guards in shiny iron chest plates walked back and forth, rubbing their hands over burning fires.

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

Until now… “Why does everyone call him that? Is it cause he looks like he hates everyone?” William’s chuckle turned into a short, humorless laugh. “Partly. But mostly because he doesn’t feel. Or at least, that’s what people say.” He leaned forward, so I could see the seriousness etched onto his face. “Noah Blackwood built an empire in a place where the Blackwoods were nothing. He bought out companies for sport. And the people who tried to outsmart him, outbid him, or outmanoeuvre him ended up either bankrupt, or worse—begging him for a job in the ruins of what used to be theirs.”

He gestured at me. "You can't kill me, Silas. I own this fucking city... and I will get back everything you shitheads took from me." His smile dropped. "I will end The Black Rose..." he seethed. "One petal at a time." He laughed. "Isn't that exciting?" He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, not caring about the gun being aimed at his back. Lorenzo and Noir were behind Silas, along with several men that hadn't been there before, pointing their guns at the opposing men.

“Say less Let’s go. Now.” The woods behind Blackwood University were nothing like the manicured paths near the dorms. Here, the trees grew so close together their branches served as a roof overhead, blocking out most of the sunlight. The ground was soft and the grass was wet and the air smelled damp earth and something different– something sharp and metallic, like iron or blood.

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.

She always responded with a smile, watching us joke around with whatever she thought. Had she known? Night fell, and the sound of the roaring wind crawled into my ears. I opened my eyes, rolling lazily off the bed. The room was dark, but I could see perfectly like it was day. "Emily…" a masculine voice reached out to me. I searched the room with my eyes, the sight of a black-covered book coursing through. I could remember the book from the hospital desk but I hadn’t brought it home. How did it get here? The book looked disheveled, big, and had a strange inscription on it. I didn't remember buying such a book, nor had I seen it in Dad's hands.

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.