Blackwood Churches Novels & Stories

“Or are you just that stupid you can’t---!” Damn, this man was never going to let me finish an insult! My rib broke under the onslaught of blows, and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. But still, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed… I mean--- This was THE Blackwood Pack! The biggest and strongest pack in the south, with so much money they could use it like freaking toilet paper! Alpha Christian Blackwood was infamous for how he led his pack with an iron fist, and he was rumored to be absolutely ruthless and a coldhearted bastard. But I must say, that if everything he’d done to me so far was his worse…

"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.

Blackwood Towers fulfilled all her hopes, blending with the sky, the landscape and the country around it as it it had stuck down roots and grown from the soil rather than owing its creation to man. Karen fell in love with it immediately, and for ever. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it,’ she breathed, enraptured. ‘It began as a priory in the sixteenth century, then the land was acquired by the Burnet founding-father, through skulduggery, no doubt,’ Tony said as they cruised down the long, gradual slope leading to the front of the house. 'Was he dishonest?’ Karen was intrigued, bewitched, already falling under the manor’s powerful spell.

Not about the hotness or coolness, it had this impulsive impression, insanity and panic mixed. “Help!!” The cries became louder. I motioned towards the sound, my back held down by the numerous textbooks in my bag. The sight of numerous adults tumbling out of their houses in order to get to the house merely two houses away. Between them was Father Timothy with his white staff. He carried it everywhere he went, regardless of the situation. “Get back, everyone. Get back.” Screams began, everyone scrambling like they were being chased by a lunatic. Well, they were being chased, but not by a lunatic, by something more mysterious.

The heavy oak doors to the Grand Council Chamber creaked open. The sound echoed through the high stone room, Christopher walked in. His boots hit the marble floor, loud and alone. The room was freezing. A big stone fireplace was at the far end, but no fire was lit. Behind a long, curved wooden table sat the 5 senior elders of Blackwood Pack. These were not wolves who bowed to young Alphas. They had run this territory long before Christopher was born. They served under his dad and his grandfather.

The castles of the three king clans were unanimously decided to be built at the border of the blackwood forest by the will of their ancestors. The blackwood trees were famous for their versatility and durability that could put most types of metal to shame. The Rogue kingdom strictly manages the logging and processing of the blackwood trees, and it serves as one of the main sources of the kingdom’s income. A crescent wall of blackwood trees tightly surrounded the castle grounds, and Raimere could see the orderly soldiers of the Valerius clan in their black and red leather amors with a distinct silver crescent embracing a white gold rose in full bloom on their chests.

Kensington noted, a pleased smile on her lips. "Thank you for this opportunity, ma’am," Elena said quickly, nerves making her voice slightly breathless. Mrs. Kensington waved a hand dismissively. "I admire your eagerness. Let’s get straight to business." She gestured for Elena to sit. Elena lowered herself onto the plush seat, her heart hammering in her chest. "Blackwood Enterprises has over fifty properties in and outside the country," Mrs. Kensington began. "This city holds its headquarters, which is why Adrian Blackwood is so well known."

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.