Blackwood Resort Novels & Stories

Vivienne had been awake most of the night. "Here's what I have," she said, turning her laptop toward the group. "Blackwood's renamed location matches an abandoned forestry station about four hours north. Satellite imagery shows no recorded activity in decades." She paused. "But thermal scans from the last two weeks show heat signatures. Recent ones." "Edmund," Gabriel said immediately. "Maybe," Vivienne allowed. "Or whoever he answers to." Alexander was already on his feet. "Then we go now." "We go prepared," Isaac corrected, quiet but firm. "Blackwood survived thirty years by being forgotten. I'd rather not assume it's stayed empty just because the maps say so."

"She can't do it. She's asking us not to look for her." The study went very still. I had never seen either of them look quite like that before. Not scared exactly. Something past scared. Something that understood what was already coming before any of them said it out loud. “The Blackwoods will be here in two hours,” my father said. His voice was flat in a way that frightened me more than shouting would have. “The guests start arriving in ninety minutes.” “I know,” my mother said. “The ceremony is scheduled for noon.” “I know Nathan.”

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

A place made for power and quiet deals. I straightened my posture and smoothed my hands over my skirt. Mikhail seemed to be discussing a possible investment. Blackthorn had a lot of tourist locations and was planning to develop the area to increase its financial hub. "I heard the new resort just got completed. Blackthorn has multiple hot springs locations with better quality. It is located in a very accessible region too. " They sounded like salesmen and they were pretty good. I was already bought but Mikhail didn't seem interested. My throat went dry, and my fingers sneakily grabbed a wine glass to take a sip. It was my only chance because Mikhail was not paying attention.

Kensington noted, a pleased smile on her lips. "Thank you for this opportunity, ma’am," Elena said quickly, nerves making her voice slightly breathless. Mrs. Kensington waved a hand dismissively. "I admire your eagerness. Let’s get straight to business." She gestured for Elena to sit. Elena lowered herself onto the plush seat, her heart hammering in her chest. "Blackwood Enterprises has over fifty properties in and outside the country," Mrs. Kensington began. "This city holds its headquarters, which is why Adrian Blackwood is so well known."

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

Kayla The car left the main road and entered a long private drive lined with trimmed hedges, fountains, and perfectly cut grass. Hidden cameras followed us as huge black gates slowly opened ahead. Damien rested one hand on the steering wheel of the Maserati. “Welcome home.” I stared through the windshield in complete shock as the Blackwood estate finally appeared. The place was enormous. Calling it a mansion didn’t even feel right. It looked more like a luxury resort mixed with a palace, stretching across acres of land with huge glass windows, stone walls, and balconies overlooking the property. It was so much different seeing this place in the daylight.

POV: Maya The Blackwood estate sat hidden in the mountains, three hours north of Blackstone. The road twisted through dense forest until suddenly the trees parted to reveal a gothic mansion that looked like it belonged in a Victorian horror novel. Gray stone walls covered in ivy. Tall windows with heavy curtains. Turrets that reached toward the cloudy sky like accusing fingers. The place radiated old money and older secrets. "This is where your mother grew up?" Jaxon asked from the driver's seat.

Streetlights cast golden pools of light along the way. At the end of the drive, massive iron gates stood open. Beyond them, Blackwood Manor rose like something from a dream. Or a nightmare. The main house was enormous. Three stories of classic architecture, all stone and tall windows. Wings extended from either side, creating a U-shape around a circular driveway with a fountain at its center. Lights blazed from dozens of windows, making the entire structure glow against the darkening sky. “This is…” I couldn’t find words. “Home,” Seraphina said simply. “For over two hundred years, this has been the seat of Nightfall Pack leadership.”

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.