Blackwood Pumpkin Festival の小説・ストーリー

I cross my finger behind my back. It's been quiet and odyssey to get Justin's group to attend the fair. Tonight was finally the Halloween celebration and there was a special event there. The place would be all dressed up, and there would be modified attractions like a Haunted House and starting at ten pm they would put a the Elm Street saga on the outdoor theater. After all the preparation and how a lot of seniors had participated, practically everyone was going, but Justin's group almost decided to stay home and have a marathon on their own.

Because when Dominic Blackwood lets you in… you hold on. No matter how dark it gets.

(Third-person's POV) The morning after the New Year's celebration, Amber Chase received an unexpected call from Dominic Blackwood. The news surprised her, though she maintained her composure. "Ethan and Melissa's return to the Blackwood Pack House has been postponed by a day," Dominic explained, his deep voice resonating through the phone. "The Wolf Moon Festival and my father's health concerns have caused some adjustments to our schedule." Amber twirled a strand of her long black hair, considering this information. "I'm not surprised. The marking ceremony is significant, and with the festival so close, it makes sense to delay their return."

I ask, confused. Sid practically vibrates with excitement. “It’s one of the biggest events that happens in several packs, like a cultural thing. Now it’s going to happen at the camp. They turn the pack grounds into a proper festival. There’s lanterns everywhere, food stalls, games, music. It’s a whole fest-vibes. It’s honestly magical.” My lips twitch upward. “That… actually sounds nice.” “Oh, that’s just the fun part,” Sid says. “The main attraction is the Moon Hunt itself.”

Blackwood Aviation – private jet leasing company. Agriculture & Heritage (The Roots) Blackwood Ranches – cattle ranching, horse breeding, premium beef exports. Blackwood Foods – organic produce lines tied to the family’s legacy land. Blackwood Stud Farms – prize-winning thoroughbreds for racing. “Wow, so the Blackwoods are also into media,” Luna gasped as she read the next page, titled Media & Influence (The Reach): Blackwood Media Group – shares in TV networks and news outlets. Blackwood Publishing House – old-established, prestige-focused publishing.

If he does he would take matters into his own hands and stop me from even seeing Cicada. I got dressed and packed a few gadgets before storming out of the mansion. Darkness had already claimed the sky when I drove out. The drive to Blackshore beach from the mansion was supposed to be a forty-minute drive, but I was there in thirty. I thought the beach would be empty by this time of the night, but there was a huge bonfire and several hundred Mundanes dancing around and playing… it was a fucking festival. Shit! I had forgotten. Westridge always had an annual festival, but the locations varied every year. They must have chosen Blackshore this year.

Not used to seeing authority mixed with friendship. "What do you want for the festival?" I asked the gathered crowd. "Food? Music? What?" "More roasted meat!" someone called. "Better wine!" "Dancing until dawn!" I laughed. "Done. What else?" A young man stepped forward with a cocky grin. "More pussies. I heard Blackwood has lots of them who are quite skilled. Can't we be like that?" The crowd laughed but I saw Lira flinch and my smile disappeared. I had enjoyed those kinds of things once. Had gone to other packs specifically for the loose women and the wild parties.

"Do not mistake a shared battle for a shared life. You still haven't explained why Silas Woods is still breathing. He knew what she was. He knew she poisoned me five years ago." Killian’s jaw tightened. "He is in the dungeons. He will face the Pack Trial after the burial. I am not sparing anyone, Elena. Not even myself." The funeral was held at dusk. The Blackwood Pack gathered at the "Grove of Ancestors," a clearing filled with ancient, gnarled oaks whose branches were hung with silver ribbons. A pyre had been built in the center, but the body was absent—only Sarah’s cloak and her silver Luna-circlet lay upon the wood.

I walked to the wall. I took an assault rifle. I took a shotgun. I took boxes of ammunition. I took grenades. I wasn't just a wife anymore. I wasn't just a mother. I was the bidder who was going to crash the sale. I went to the computer terminal. I typed in the search query for Blackwood Assets - Upcoming Events. There it was. The Midsummer Gala. Location: The Onyx Tower, Moscow. Featured Item: The Genesis Beast. I printed the ticket.