Blackwood Campus Novels & Stories

They never do. Would be nice if someone invented memory blockers the way they did pheromone suppressants. But unfortunately, we're not that advanced yet. Even with werewolves running the world. My fingers tighten around the strap of my dance bag as I walk toward the gates of Blackridge University—the place I've spent the last year dreaming about every single night. The campus looks like a goddamn postcard—ivy-covered stone buildings, glass towers catching the light like they're showing off. Students swarm the courtyard in packs. Literal packs. You can tell by the way they move—like they share the same brain cell.

“The Blackwood Academy—a place where Elites connect to Elites and the rich get richer.” “Where the hell is your sister? You said she was on her way,” Mr. Blackwood asked, puffing smoke from his pipe. “I called Marlene. She should be here any minute,” Caspian replied. Mr. Blackwood stood from his seat. “Good afternoon, Father,” Marlene greeted as she entered the conference room of the Whitehouse. The Whitehouse was where their great-grandfather had drawn the plans for Blackwood Academy. Even after so many years, it was still used for important meetings. Stakeholders held their regular meetings there as well.

“But it’s not something we talk about in open air.” Scarlet hesitated, suspicion clouding her face. But the thought of Mira...her little sister locked up somewhere in that hellish university...was enough to make her follow. They entered an empty lecture room, the smell of old ink and wolf musk thick in the air. Moonlight filtered through cracked glass windows, painting both of them in fractured silver light. Grey leaned against a desk, crossing his arms. “Everyone in Blackwood University has a ranking,” he began, voice casual but careful. “You already know that, right?”

"He's probably already compromised our original route. **We're going to head north, towards the Blackwood Forest. The cabin is located about five miles inside the forest perimeter, near the old logging trail. Coordinates are locked in, but be ready for anything.**" Blackwood Forest. The name conjured images of ancient trees, impenetrable shadows, and whispered legends of things that lurked in the darkness. It was a place of isolation, a place where the digital world held little sway. But it was also a place of unknown dangers, a place where they would be completely cut off from the outside world. "Blackwood Forest?" May asked, a tremor of unease in her voice. "Are you sure that's the best op

His dark eyes took in all three of them and stopped a heartbeat when it landed on me. "Why are you here?" Jax asked. "You said this place was off the grid. You being here is putting us at risk." Kendrick raised his hands in a defensive gesture, taking a deep breath as he looked at the three brothers. "I know, I know. But I had to come. I just got news from the inner circle that I knew you guys might actually want to hear." He stepped closer to the table, his face turning dead serious. "Someone is making an attempt to take over the Blackwood Academy right now."

Jake and Firash walked ahead, talking softly while the girls trailed behind. "Where are we?" Ellie asked softly. "This is the very back of campus. The infirmary is the farthest north you can go on campus before you hit the forest. These buildings here," Sam gestured to their right, "are the science and medical school buildings. Those over to the left are the high school buildings where we will be spending most of our time, and those in the center are the arts and humanities buildings." They walked along the cobblestone until they came back to their dormitory, the glow of the lamps lighting their way. Dense forest surrounded the campus, the dark shadows making Ellie shudder at what might be h

"But yes. If it comes to that, I'm ready." The drive to the Blackwood estate took twenty minutes, leaving Silver Creek proper and heading into the more exclusive section of pack territory where the wealthiest and most influential families maintained their compounds. The Blackwood estate had been in the family for generations—sprawling grounds, a main house that was practically a mansion, and enough security to rival a small fortress. It had always intimidated me, this physical manifestation of everything the Blackwoods represented. Power, legacy, tradition—all the things I'd supposedly threatened by existing.

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.

ALEC Being a Blackwood comes with certain advantages. Actually, that’s an understatement. Being a Blackwood comes with a ridiculous number of advantages. For starters, I’m only a junior and already have a seat on Blackwood Academy’s board of directors. The position is mostly symbolic for now—I’m expected to listen more than I speak—but my opinion still carries considerably more weight than that of any twenty-year-old probably should. Then there’s the guaranteed teaching position waiting for me once I graduate.

You'll love my antique bed. Karen did not realise they had entered the Blackwood estate until they were a couple of miles inside. Then the surrounding area became more woody, and there was a noticeable absence of vehicles. No other living person was anywhere in sight. They drove along a sandy road surrounded on either side by tall pines, stately beeches, oaks and ash with verdant grass carpeting the avenues and ridges between. A dazzling display of rhododendrons, with blue and pink blooms drooping as if worn out by excesses, sheltered in the arms of leathery bottle-green leaves. There was a momentary glimpse of deer heads raised alertly as they paused before vanishing with a quick white flas