Blackwood Manor Novels & Stories

I protested automatically. He snorted. “Yeah, I know. Of course you don't. I wasn’t talking to you.” Reese shook his head but followed as Alex led us through the manor. The walk felt endless. Down the grand staircase, past long corridors lined with portraits that seemed to watch me, through heavy doors and into the night air. The grounds of Blackwood Manor stretched out before us—immaculate lawns, stone paths, the sound of water from the fountain at the center of the courtyard.

The car swerved just a fraction—enough to make me laugh, breathy and teasing—before he corrected with a growl that vibrated through the steering wheel. "Woman," he warned, but there was no heat in it, only that possessive edge that made my pulse stutter. He pulled off the highway onto a winding back road, the city fading into rolling hills dotted with estates that screamed old money. Blackwood Manor loomed ahead sooner than I expected, its ivy-clad stone walls rising like a sentinel against the horizon, turrets piercing the sky in gothic elegance. Home. Not just a house, but the heartbeat of our legacy—Damian's inheritance, now ours, where Alexander's first st

Daniel’s offer felt like a miracle falling straight from heaven. Two days later, Johnson was discharged from the hospital. He looked much better, though still weak. Daniel’s driver, a kind older man named Marcus picked us up in a sleek black car. As we drove through the city, the houses grew bigger and more beautiful until we reached a neighborhood I’d only seen in magazines. “Is this where we’re going?” Johnson whispered, eyes wide as he stared out the window at the massive mansions. When Marcus turned through iron gates and drove up a long, winding driveway, my jaw dropped. The Blackwood mansion looked like something out of a fairytale, three stories tall, surrounded by lush gardens and el

But we took a couple of warriors with us and Lucas and I ran ahead to go and find out if there were any vampires in the cabin. When we got there, all of the windows were blacked out which was a pretty clear indication that there were vampires there. But we were able to find one window that had an opening in it. I could see inside the kitchen and through to the living room. It was only a fraction of the house, but it was only around midday at this point and some of them were just going to bed when I heard a man start yelling. “The leader is going to have my ass for this. How the hell could 20 vampires not take out that tiny ass little village?” The man yelled.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

Those eyes swept over me now, lingering for a heartbeat on the red paint staining my dress before dismissing me entirely. "Winston," he said, his voice a low, cultured rumble that sent a shiver across my skin. "You're looking well for a man who just lost everything." My father rose unsteadily to his feet. "You have no right to be in my home." "I have every right." Blackwood stepped fully into the room, and I noticed the man who followed him,slightly shorter, wearing an equally expensive suit and carrying a slim leather portfolio. "In fact, according to my legal team, I own the mortgage on this... charming historical property."

"I have already localized the extraction coordinate. I know exactly where the vanguard teams are routing her custody." Every eye in the vault snapped directly to him. "Identify the coordinate," Lorenzo commanded. "The Council maintains a highly restricted private estate just past the northern mountain line, outside Raven's Peak," Alexander revealed, his eyes darkening. "In the original blueprints, it is classified as Blackwood Manor." Gabriel Wolfe’s face instantly drained of expression, his gloved fingers tightening around the silver head of his ebony cane until the metal groaned. "So the bastards chose to reactivate Blackwood."

“Check your mail today. I sent you something. Paper only, no digital trail. Call me when you’ve read it. And Lila… I’ve done what I can from this end. I can’t keep you in the shadows forever. There are things you need to settle yourself. Blackwood Estate. You know why.” Click. That was it. My tea went cold untouched. Blackwood Estate. I hadn’t heard that name out loud in years, and just like that it slammed into me like a fist to the sternum. The big gray house on the hill, the long driveway lined with oaks, the way the windows always seemed to watch you approach. I could smell the damp stone, hear the creak of the old floors. I could see Mom’s garden gone wild, the swing still hanging from

He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I glanced at me, reading the nerves he tried to hide. “Are you nervous?” “Of course I am. You know how difficult she can be.” “Dont worry, have you forgotten it's me. I am not that easily defeated.” I said to him, with a smile. We gently walked me in, the maids in the mansion led us to the waiting room. It was very big and exquisite but it lacked the ancient rich decorations like the Blackwood's mansion. The Blackwood mansion has always been the most famous mansion in Ireland.