Novel & Cerita Blackwood

“Say less Let’s go. Now.” The woods behind Blackwood University were nothing like the manicured paths near the dorms. Here, the trees grew so close together their branches served as a roof overhead, blocking out most of the sunlight. The ground was soft and the grass was wet and the air smelled damp earth and something different– something sharp and metallic, like iron or blood.

"But everyone knows Dante Blackwood isn't an ordinary man. There was a fire at the old sawmill years ago, and they say he was the only one who walked out of the flames alive, while the others... well, the fire didn't leave much for the morgue. Since then, he and his group act as if they own every inch of asphalt and forest." "They say he has scars that didn't come from the fire," whispered the first woman, leaning closer to Helena with a solemn look. "They say he's marked by something no doctor can explain. Stay away from him, girl. The desire of a Blackwood is like the embrace of a storm: it seems fascinating from afar, but it

The presence of the "Mercury Pixel" in the real forest was a terminal intrusion. Silas Blackwood stood on the porch of the wooden house, his muscles tensing with a instinctual aggression that the "Silence" had momentarily dulled. He felt the sensory dissonance of the scene—the smell of the damp pine needles clashing with the sterile, ozone-heavy scent of the "Correction."

I scream, my voice hoarser than usual. I am Liliana Blackwood, a member of the ancient Blackwood werewolf family. Although I was separated from my family and forced to live as a human my entire life, I'm still a Blackwood, which means I have a perfect weapon in my blood to use against the deranged Mary Moonridge.

"Try not to get in my way, Alpha." They moved into the dark forest like black smoke. Five miles down the mountain, deep inside a tight rocky gap, sat Blackwood Post. It was a huge Council supply fort. High walls made of thick tree trunks and iron spikes ran around three long wooden houses, a yard full of supply wagons, and a heavy stone building at the back. High watchtowers stood at the corners, where Council guards in shiny iron chest plates walked back and forth, rubbing their hands over burning fires.

The ancient Blackwood Hall stood deep in the old-growth forest, a massive stone structure carved into the cliffs overlooking the Sound. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows over the gathered Alphas. The air was thick with power — dominant scents clashing like thunder, the metallic tang of barely-contained violence heavy on every breath.

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.

​The autumn air in the capital had turned sharply cold by late October, with a piercing wind driving through the manicured pine forests surrounding the private perimeter of the Blackwood Estate. Outside, dead leaves swirled across the paved limestone driveways, but inside the ground-floor executive library, a steady, roaring fire crackled in the wide granite hearth, filling the expansive room with the comforting scents of burning cedar wood and warm leather.

He already thought he had won. Alexander simply cleared his throat. "I'm not going to raise the payment I've already offered." Kelvin's smile faded slightly. Alexander continued calmly. "My company was recently acquired, but it's already operating jointly with Blackwood Corporation. As everyone here knows, Blackwood is the leading company in California and one of the strongest corporations internationally." He leaned back.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.