Blackwood Falls Ghost Town Novels & Stories

If this is neutral territory, why did Blackwood abandon it? "It's cursed," Zara said simply, already beginning to move deeper into the woods. "Local legend says it's haunted by the shadows of drowned wolves. But wards don't work there. It's the only place Blackwood won't actively patrol. Our safety depends on superstition, not strength." We began to move. Zara moved with incredible, silent speed. I struggled to keep up, the movement quickly tiring my still-paralyzed muscles. The suppressant had stolen my pain, but not my fatigue.

POV: Maya The Blackwood estate sat hidden in the mountains, three hours north of Blackstone. The road twisted through dense forest until suddenly the trees parted to reveal a gothic mansion that looked like it belonged in a Victorian horror novel. Gray stone walls covered in ivy. Tall windows with heavy curtains. Turrets that reached toward the cloudy sky like accusing fingers. The place radiated old money and older secrets. "This is where your mother grew up?" Jaxon asked from the driver's seat.

The voice from the darkness was a hook in my soul, reeling us forward into the chill. We stepped through the false wall, our single flashlight beam cutting a pathetic swath through the profound black. It fell upon bones. Not neatly stacked, but piled, heaped, a jumbled sea of femurs, skulls, and rib cages that filled a cavernous space from the slimy floor to the shadowed vault of the ceiling decades above. The Ossuary. The collective remains of centuries of Blackwood pack, their final energy a silent, heavy blanket that smothered the air and muted the magic in my blood to a faint, dying whisper.

Zander whimpered as the burn once again intensified in my chest but I did my best to ignore it, focussing my attention on the tinted windows of the SUV. Through the windows, I watched the airport and busy streets disappear as we made our way into the forest road that led to the little town of Blackwood. Yes, Blackwood was a town and it was dominated by only werewolves. Hence, they came together to form the pack, Blackwood pack where my grandfather emerged as the first alpha. Through the tinted window, I saw the town coming into view. The SUV veered off the forest road and branched into the road that led to Blackwood. Though it was evening, the town was illuminated by the moonlight and the li

With the return of Nocté, the element calmed down and floods no longer happened. Agnes and Bastian had to work hard and hire local help to make the Black Cliff habitable for people, not sea creatures. There was plenty of work left to this day, but Agnes kept her chip up. Nocté was surprised at the strong health of the old woman: she never complained to her about back pain or aching bones.

"You all should get into the car, and let's go." For the last time, they all gaze at each other and hop into the car as instructed. Darwin is the one behind the steering wheel, whilst Gilbert sits beside him. Adams joined Rick at the back seat, and they began their journey to the Blackwood forest at Adelaide hills. The suburb name Blackwood originally came about in the mid-1800s because of the dark coloring of local native trees, although the Blackwood tree was not one of them.

My pregnant wife, alone, in a city crawling with enemies, under my name and face plastered across headlines as a wanted murderer. And she left the house without backup. I opened my mouth to issue another command but— “Boss, we’re here,” Thaddeus murmured, slowing the car. We’d reached where it all started— Not just a grave. Not just a name carved in stone. But the very root of every Blackwood sin. The estate. The first Blackwood’s house. The true Blackwood estate. Thaddeus slowed the SUV to a stop just in front of the towering iron gates, rusted but still standing, like sentinels too proud to fall.

By nightfall, Cecilia had left the Blackwood estate behind, the sprawling mansion shrinking in the rearview mirror as she drove away. She didn’t look back; the place that had once represented stability now felt suffocating, haunted by betrayal. The journey was long, and by the time she reached Northbrook, the day was already dawn. The town was worlds away from the opulence and shadowed halls of Blackwood Mansion, and for the first time in a long while, Cecilia felt a faint glimmer of hope.

The other people nearby shifted awkwardly, and a strong tension filled the room as they quietly moved toward the door, recognizing that Derek was not someone to mess with. “Blackwood?” I said, breathless, my mind filled with images from the scary stories my mom used to tell me about the notorious Blackwood pack. They lived in the cursed, always frozen north—a place where few people risked going without serious problems. My thoughts mixed with wonder and fear, and I felt a chill of fright creeping into my mind. What had I just gotten myself into? My head was full of thoughts. This outlaw might be one of them—the famous group I thought was just a story. This was my first real meeting, and exci

"They scanned the wreck and found no life signs. That buys us time." "Time for what?" Zephyr asked, shivering. "We are stranded in the Iron Mountains. No ship. No supplies. And the pass is blocked by the rockslide we caused." Tristan looked north, away from the pass, toward the dense, jagged treeline of the lower slopes. "Time to walk," he said. "There’s a logging town twenty miles north. Blackwood. It’s a rail depot for the timber industry." "You want to steal a train?" Vane asked, a glimmer of interest returning to his good eye.