Blackwood Campus Novels & Stories

The textbook in his hands creaks in protest as his grip tightens further. "I specifically requested Beta roommates," Lyric says, her voice trembling slightly as she tears her gaze away from Sebastian. The effort it takes is almost physical, like pulling apart magnets. "This has to be another mistake." Riley snorts, sliding off her bed and crossing to the mini-fridge wedged between two desks. "Honey, half the campus is dealing with housing mix-ups. Some freshman water nymphs flooded the entire east wing of Blackwood Hall yesterday during orientation. They're cramming everyone wherever they can fit." She pulls out three bottles of water, tossing one to Lyric who catches it reflexively. "Beside

"Yes. Mr. Blackwood will be there. But he’s very busy, so we stay in our seats, okay?" "Okay, Mama." The drive to the Blackwood estate felt like a funeral procession. As the iron gates swung open and we began the long trek up the winding driveway, I felt the air leaving my lungs. This place. I’d spent so many nights here during college, sneaking in through the side entrance, hiding in Adrian’s room while we whispered about our future. It looked exactly the same. Cold, grey stone and perfectly manicured gardens that felt more like a prison than a home.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

Even though my nerves threatened to freeze me in place, I stepped out of the town hall, my three roommates close behind me. Dozens of Blackwood warriors stood at the academy grounds. Their imposing presence immediately drew the attention of every student nearby. What were Blackwood warriors doing here? The academy was neutral territory, a place where pack conflicts and political disputes were strictly forbidden. “Have you all lost your senses?” High Chancellor Flint demanded as he strode toward the gathering. “You know the academy’s laws are sacred. Explain why you’ve come here!”

I had only caught glimpses of the school and its inhabitants, and my previous experiences with Briar and Liam had left me anxious. As we walked down the grand staircase, I couldn’t help but notice the intricate details of the architecture. High ceilings adorned with magical motifs, large windows that seemed to glow with their own light, and artwork that pulsed with a life of its own created an atmosphere that felt both enchanted and intimidating. “Windamere Academy is unlike any other school,” my uncle began, guiding me through the spacious foyer. “It’s not just a place for learning; it’s a sanctuary for beings like us. You’ll find all kinds of species here, each with their own unique abilit

"Just what we need, an audience for this disaster." The main house appeared around the final bend, a sprawling timber and stone structure that dominated the central clearing. Three stories of rustic elegance with wraparound porches and large windows, it had been home to generations of Blackwood Alphas. Standing on the front steps, waiting with the unmistakable authority of his position, was Marcus Blackwood.

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."

By the time I burst through the glass doors of the residential building, she was already fifty yards ahead of me, marching straight toward the central campus quad. The courtyard was packed with hundreds of students heading to their morning lectures. And right in the center of the main quad, leaning casually against a stone pillar, was Killian Blackwood. He was wearing his heavy leather motorcycle jacket, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he talked to Jason Jax. He looked entirely unaffected by the lack of sleep, his dark hair messy, his cold gaze scanning the passing crowds with complete detachment. "Blackwood!" Winter’s voice boomed across the space , cutting straight through the lo

“I’m going to stretch it until you can take my cock without crying. And when I’m done, I’m going to let some of the other senior staff use it too. Would you like that, Isla? Being passed around like a campus whore?” I didn’t answer. He laughed darkly and fucked me harder until he came inside me again. Day 5 — The Meeting The worst (and somehow the hottest) day happened on Friday. Blackwood had an important in-person meeting with two of the senior professors and a representative from the alumni board. He texted me twenty minutes before it started. Headmaster Blackwood: Under my desk. Now. Don’t be late. I slipped into his office while the men were still chatting in the hallway. I crawled unde

"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.