Novel & Cerita Blackwood House Game Of Thrones

With love so loud it drowned out every ghost from that stupid manor. The Blackwood family had its monsters. But Reese had me. And together, we’d burn every last one of them down. Those monsters haven't met this monster…

The old man sat behind his massive oak desk like a king on a rotting throne, greedy eyes glittering as I finally pieced it together. “You’ve been using me,” I’d said, voice shaking with rage. “All those questions about Thorne’s family routines, their security, their favorite spots. I thought you wanted a merger. I thought—” My father had laughed, low and cruel. “Men don’t become kings by asking nicely, boy. You cut off the head and burn the body. Tonight. The Blackwoods end tonight.” I’d driven like a madman to the uncle’s birthday celebration. I knew that’s where they’d be—Thorne had mentioned it days earlier, laughing about the terrible cake his aunt always made.

"He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!" George went pale as a sheet. He dropped to his knees, too terrified to utter another word. I drifted above, perched on the carved wooden beam, watching it all with cold eyes. Of course, my father wouldn't look for me. He wanted me dead—the worse, the better. It had always been this way. I remembered when I was seven. Matthew had just received a new emerald pendant—a tribute from some foreign merchant. It was worth a small fortune. He treasured it like

"The woman you are screaming at currently owns forty percent of the empire we are building over your lover’s ashes. If she tells me to make sure your father loses his house too, I’ll have the eviction notice signed before lunch." Lauren stared at Caleb, her mouth opening and closing in horror. "You... you can't do that. Who do you think you are?" "We are the Blackwoods, doll," Asher’s rough, gravelly voice barked from the entrance. He walked into the room, his massive shoulders blocking the light from the hallway as he glared down at Lauren. "And you’re trespassing. Security should have broken your legs the moment you crossed the outer gate."

"I thought Blackwood was the house." "The house is where the Alpha lives. Blackwood is everyone else." He gestured broadly at the road ahead, at the rooftops and chimney smoke drifting up between the trees. "You didn't think the entire pack lived crammed into one mansion, did you?" Honestly, I hadn't thought about it at all. In my head, Blackwood existed in exactly two places. The pack house, all cold stone and heavy doors and secrets I wasn't supposed to find. And the dungeon beneath it, full of chains and things that growled.

⸻ Aaron’s expression darkened slowly. Because now he understood something terrifying. Victor wasn’t searching randomly anymore. ⸻ He knew exactly what he was looking for. ⸻ And somehow— he knew Aaron was getting close to it too. Rain poured heavily across the city by the time Aaron’s convoy reached the original Blackwood estate. The old property stood isolated behind towering gates and dark trees, hidden from the rest of the city like a secret buried too long. ⸻ Aaron stepped out of the SUV first. And immediately noticed the broken security light near the east wing.

"The house is a fortress. He’ll have the guards, the cameras, and now he has the narrative of the 'tragic hero' running for Governor." ​"His strength is his image," Lucas said, his hand resting on the gear shift, his fingers brushing Elena’s thigh. "He’s built a house of glass, but he’s forgotten that glass is fragile. We don't break in, Elena. We let him invite us in." ​They arrived at the gates of the Blackwood estate at 3:00 AM. The house was lit up like a monument, the glass walls glowing against the black forest. It looked peaceful, but Elena knew the rot that lived inside.