Blackwood House Game Of Thrones นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A small pause hangs between us. “It’s a little disappointing that my mate managed to resist my completely naked body long enough to walk all the way back to the house.” My gaze drifts downward before I can stop it. His hand slides along the center of his body. It moves slowly up and down the length of his erection, clearly meant to draw attention. The yard behind Blackwood Manor is surrounded well enough to feel private. Thick trees from the Shadow Woods close in around the property, hiding most of the land from anyone outside.

' '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

Blackwood. TBC!!

TOB 54 ETHAN'S POV After a twenty-minute drive, I noticed a black van trailing me. Instead of heading to the rooftop where I was supposed to meet Fire, I stopped the car at the back of an abandoned warehouse. Wires and industrial waste were scattered all over the site, giving the place an apocalyptic feel. Pretending this was my final destination, I leaned against the car and retrieved my phone. **Ethan:** I have company. Fire's reply came almost instantly.

The house remained overnight, slicing through all clefts with blade-edged, hard bone, light above shadow. Samuel Blackwood had his study, a study redolent with the scent of old leather, cigar smoke, and the iron smell, reminding him of things forgotten. Walls lined with shelves of books, book covers remembered long ago, more trophies than books, bearing witness to a string never sagging, never broken.

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

The manor, with its cold stone walls and ancient secrets, had always felt oppressive, but now it felt alive, aware of her every move, watching her every breath. She had confronted Damon, she had defied him, but that was only the beginning. The house, with all its twisted power, was still standing, still watching her. It would not let her go without a fight, and she knew she had to be ready. But she didn’t know how much longer she could fight it. Every corner of Blackwood Manor seemed to hold a piece of its dark past, and every time she uncovered a new secret, it felt like the house pushed back harder, trying to reclaim her.

“I received a call from the Blackwood Corporation this morning. They said they’d be purchasing the house—at double the original offer—and that the property is to be handed over to your family.” Silence settled over the room like a thick blanket. Everyone looked at everyone else, as if trying to silently ask, Do you have a connection to Blackwood? But I stayed quiet. I could feel Ashley’s eyes on me, but I didn’t move. Then Lauren sat up like she’d been struck by lightning. “Wait—Blackwood? That sounds familiar.” She immediately pulled out her phone, tapping furiously. A few seconds later, she gasped. “Oh my God. That’s him. I’ve seen this guy before!”

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.