Blackwood Falls Ghost Town Novels & Stories

“Two of our own were found dead in the forest. Tomorrow we train harder, we sharpen our claws and we hunt our enemies down” My thunderous voice echoed through the pack and the crowd erupted into a chorus snarls and nods. Looking at the crowd determined eyes I felt proud as I walked back into my office with Michael and Ethan right behind him. “Why has those rogues not been found yet?” I asked angrily not at them but at the situation as I took my seat “We were almost on their track but lost it as they seemed to have crossed over to the Blackwood pack” Michael responded to me Blackwood pack was far from my pack it was located at the east center and they have been known to be devious in their a

the council leader from my pack said. I walked and stood close to my father, hoping they would change their mind but I was so wrong about it. " I want to welcome both Packs to this gathering. It is with great pleasure to have you here. This gathering is just to inform both parties of the implications and what is required of the" he said. His voice sounded like a sword piercing through my heart. I swallowed hard as I tried to ignore the eyes that were on me. " This will lead to a blood marriage between both parties. Your souls will be bound together by dark magic from the moment the oath is taken. And none of you should hurt each other nor are you to betray" he said.

He crossed the room in two strides, his hands cradling my face, thumbs brushing away the tension in my jaw. “We need to disappear for a few hours,” he said softly. “There’s something you need to see.” The Blackwood Ruins By dawn, I stood before the crumbled gates of Blackwood, the abandoned fortress half-swallowed by vines and mist. “This place…” I breathed, shivering despite the cloak. Xavier placed a steadying hand on my lower back. “It was once a home to a warrior clan — fierce, loyal, bound by no court. We’ll make it that again.”

The dark clouds hung ominously over Silverwood Falls as Samuel and I prepared for our next mission. With the newfound support of several council members, we had a sliver of hope. But we needed concrete evidence to expose Gabriel Blackwood and his twisted plans. Our target: Blackwood Enterprises. Disguised in maintenance uniforms, we approached the imposing building. It was a stark contrast to the quaint, rustic feel of Silverwood Falls—glass and steel, a modern fortress amidst the wilderness. Samuel and I exchanged a glance, our determination mirrored in each other's eyes. We had to succeed.

' 'I suppose it's the safest thing to do,’ I say, agreeing with him. As we park the car and step out, we suddenly feel a sense of doom. There’s a dark and eerie feel to the Blackwood territory. Dead trees surround the place, and a storm is brewing beyond it, adding to the eerie darkness. The only sound we can hear is the wind gushing through the trees. The dead branches and trees dance like they are all in a ritual. The dry leaves crumple under our feet as we approach the front door. The packhouse is a black Gothic house with huge windows all around. I can see a white curtain moving. Pack members peek through the window at me. Dried vines cover the house. Nathan and I glance at each other, t

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

I felt the warm morning sun peeping through the leaves and branches to rest on my face and skin, forming unique patterns of light and shade on the forest floor. Black eagles were screeching high above the canopy of leaves. Their cruel sharp eyes were on the lookout for an animal to devour. Crickets chirped, bullfrogs croaked, and wind swept through the forest, creating a rustling sound, bringing with it the scent of swamp water and decaying vegetation. The winds also brought death, killing off some of the leaves on the branches and they fell off to join their companions on the forest floor.

The elevator doors hissed shut. The drive to the Aethelgard Estate was a blur of high-speed turns and the smell of burning rubber. Zander pushed the SUV to its limits, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Every siren in the city seemed to be converging on the hills, but we were ahead of them. We knew the back gates. We knew the ways the police didn’t. As we crested the final hill, the sky was orange—not from the sunrise, but from the flames licking at the roof of the west wing. The grand symbol of Blackwood’s power was a funeral pyre.