Blackwood Estate Novelas e Histórias

George said. The East Wing was where Nate and his mother stayed. "Okay, I'll see you later." He walked away. I walked to the kitchen and asked for a meal to be prepared. They wouldn't let me do anything in there so I walked around, close to the entrance of the palace. It was through a window that I saw the black cars pull over in front of the palace. When the man in the first car got out, my mouth went dry. I had been so preoccupied with the fact that there were a lot of people that it had slipped my mind. Elias and Madam Margaret usually attended the Sunbeam Festival.

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.

His eyes had been hollow, his voice almost unrecognizable. “We need to see it through.” Now, the car turned through the wrought-iron gates and the Blackwood estate came into view. A fortress of shadows and stone, it rose against the gray morning like something carved out of grief. The trees that lined the long drive bent under the weight of early frost, branches brittle and unmoving. The windows of the house reflected the sky like watchful eyes, cold and distant. Sherry felt her chest tighten. This wasn’t just a house. It was a mausoleum. A shrine built to a man who still controlled every brick, every inch, even in death.

He adjusted his cufflinks with the same precision he used in everything else, a man who never left anything to chance. “I am not afraid,” I lied, though my pulse betrayed me. His gaze lingered on me in the mirror, steady and unreadable. He stepped closer, his presence filling the room, his hand lifting as though to touch my shoulder. For a second, I thought he would. He didn’t. The absence of contact burned more than the touch itself might have. “Good,” he said softly. “Because fear is exactly what they feed on.” *** The Blackwood estate was unlike anything I had ever seen. Acres of manicured gardens stretched endlessly, marble columns rose like watchful senti

He straightened when I got close. "You good?" he asked. "Never better," I said. He smiled a little, and I got into the car. "Last stop," I murmured. "The house." Benjamin drove slowly through the gates of the Blackwood estate. Mrs. Blackwood was pruning flowers in the garden. Mr. Blackwood sat on the patio with a drink. When they saw me, they froze. Elizabeth, the missing bride, is back from the dead. "Hello, Mom. Dad," I said, stepping out of the car.

“Let me do most of the talking, alright? You don’t have to act too much.” “Act too much?” I scoff. “This is already too much.” He laughs lightly but doesn’t respond. When we pull up in front of the Blackwood Mansion, my jaw nearly drops. It’s huge... tall gates, wide driveway and lights glowing from every window. “Wow,” I whisper. “Welcome to my world,” he says simply. A butler opens the door for us and as we step inside I spot several people already seated at the dining table... his parents and few relatives all dressed elegantly.

I looked back at the estate as we pulled away. My family home. Where I'd grown up. Where my mother had lived and died. Now I was leaving because a woman I barely knew had made it unsafe. Jasper drove north. Out of the city. London gradually gave way to countryside. Rolling hills. Dense forests. Open fields. "How long is the drive?" I asked. "About two hours." "Tell me about Blackwood Estate." "It's been in my family for eight generations. The family seat. My parents prefer it to the London townhouse. My mother especially."

, Jax replied, but Quinn cut him off mid sentence: "Do I look like I give a fuck? Get out." He got dressed and left in seconds, as Quinn got into her car. The drive across the city felt longer than usual. The roads were mostly empty, the kind of late-night quiet that made everything feel distant and unreal. By the time she reached the Blackwood estate, the silence had been replaced with flashing red and blue lights cutting through the darkness. The property itself was impossible to miss. Tall gates, wide driveway, the kind of place built to be noticed. Quinn stepped out of the car and paused for a moment, taking it in. It didn’t feel like a home.

I hated it so much, it made me feel less of a person. My wolf shifted inside of me, he felt my pain as well. The Crimson Fang Empire will never be the same. I was broken when I learnt about the curse on the family and specifically on every male offspring of my house. I stood by the window as I watched the injured pack members being taken in for treatment. I placed my hands on my chest as I felt it tightened. The curse has been on for years, and I am the next in line to die from an illness no one can tell or stop.

She took an involuntary step backward. Blackwood sighed. "I had hoped we could do this privately." Morales moved between them. "Don't come any closer." Blackwood ignored him. Instead, he looked directly at Elias. "You've caused more trouble than you realize." Elias held his gaze. "You murdered my family." Blackwood smiled faintly. "No." "I preserved an empire." The words sent a chill through everyone present. Then Blackwood said something that made even Monica stare at him in disbelief. "You've spent thirty years searching for the wrong inheritance."