Blackwood Manor Novels & Stories

ACE By nine in the morning, we were already in Blackwood’s main hall—a place that only ever got used for events like this. The kind where silence is heavy, and everything smells like old money and regret. The sky outside was overcast, shadows of gray-blue light creeping through the tall windows and soaking the room in a cold hue. The Blackwood family portraits lined the walls like judges. Reggie’s was one of the biggest—arms crossed, chest puffed, staring straight at the spot where we were now all seated. It felt like he was still watching. Even from the grave.

Avaline watched the landscape through the window. “Why did you leave?” Eliam looked ahead. “After my mother died, my father couldn’t stay there.” “What happened to him?” “He died two years later.” Avaline remained silent. She knew better than to ask more. The car eventually stopped in front of an enormous stone mansion. Blackwood Manor stood behind rusted gates. Unlike Blackwood Estate, it didn’t feel protected. It felt abandoned. Eliam stepped out. Avaline followed. The front door was unlocked.

The Great Hall The Blackwood Manor was a masterpiece of predatory elegance. Vaulted ceilings, flickering candlelight, and floors of polished black marble that reflected the guests like a dark lake. The room was packed with the elite of the supernatural world;men in tailored tuxedos who moved with too much fluidity, and women in jewels that cost more than Anna’s entire inheritance. At the top of the grand staircase, Killian Blackwood stood like a king overlooking his domain. He looked bored, dismissing the sycophants around him with one-word answers, until his gaze hit the door. He saw the flash of ice-blue silk, and then he saw her.

Cyrus Blackwood The soft aroma of rotisserie chicken swirled in the air as the maid set out another dish on the table. The soft clink of utensils rang around the room as candles flickered. A vintage gramophone played jazz music only my parents would listen to. I was at The Blackwood Manor for the day as my parents held a celebratory dinner for my brother. I always dreaded these dinners, as nothing ever came good out of them. I was savoring the silence on the table before Sebastian opened his mouth to talk about how he had achieved that success at his workplace.

"Just what we need, an audience for this disaster." The main house appeared around the final bend, a sprawling timber and stone structure that dominated the central clearing. Three stories of rustic elegance with wraparound porches and large windows, it had been home to generations of Blackwood Alphas. Standing on the front steps, waiting with the unmistakable authority of his position, was Marcus Blackwood.

Or is this just another cage? ​He didn't answer. He just looked back out the window as we turned onto a private road that wound upward into the mist shrouded hills. ​Blackwood was nothing like the glass and steel penthouse. It was a sprawling, Gothic revival estate made of dark stone and ivy that looked like it had been clawed into the side of the mountain. It looked ancient, imposing, and deeply lonely. As the gates creaked shut behind us, I felt a strange shiver crawl down my spine. This wasn't a home, it was a monument to a legacy that had claimed too many lives already.

"And if he's not, Adrian doesn't get another apology instead of justice." By the time Serena turned through the gates of Blackwood Manor, dusk had settled over the grounds. The house was dark. No porch lights. No lamps in the windows. Nothing but the long black outline of the manor and the wet shine of the drive. "Evan?" Serena called as she stepped inside. No answer. She pulled a metal rod from one of the floor displays in the front hall and moved deeper into the dark. I stayed at her shoulder, every instinct in me wound tight.

Annoying. The image of her brushing over the canvas crossed through my mind again. I could feel the adrenaline pumping from my veins to my loins, no matter how hard I tried to shake it I couldn’t deny…..I was deeply attracted to Aurora. I threw the dirt on the ground and headed on home. The Blackwood mansion was uphill, few minutes away from Midnight Bay. It was an old home built by my ancestors, the first settlers of the land until they were chased away by hunters. The Blackwood mansion was magnificent in all its glory. It’s grandness spread across the rolling hills, a white two storey building with a roof that reached towards the moon. It was old, old but radiated nothing but the wealth of

Being a pawn for a man who looked at me with pure disgust was much, much worse. "How old are you anyway?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the ache in my wrist. "Thirty," he said shortly. "Thirty and you still act like a child who can't share his toys," I muttered under my breath. I expected him to roar at me, or maybe shove me. Instead, the car went silent. Rector pulled through a set of massive stone pillars, the gates of the Blackwood estate. This wasn't a pack house like Tristan's. It was a fortress. Dark stone, high windows, and guards standing at every corner.

Upon arriving at the Blackwood main house, it felt deserted. Not empty—but eerily quiet, in an overly orderly way. The main building stretched out, flanked by north and south wings separated by a stone garden and a long glass corridor. Not to mention the other buildings, also grandly constructed—residences of Mr. Arthur's children, grandchildren, and in-laws. "The north wing," said Damian, pointing to the shadier building. I immediately followed Damian as he headed toward the north building of the Blackwood estate. Uncle Jasper and Aunt Amira lived there. So did Lily.