Novel & Cerita Blackwood Sherlock Holmes

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

I slowly hugged my legs, my face buried into my knees, I was completely alone. "Mr Blackwood?!" A policeman suddenly said in shock, his voice echoing through the cold, sterile hallway. I immediately lifted my head, my eyes scanning the doorway, and that's when I saw him, Alexander Blackwood, standing tall and imposing, his presence commanding attention. His eyes, cold and detached, swept past me without a flicker of emotion. Why was he here?

He sighed out and bring his hands back to the front, before turning on the lights in the kitchen The face of the intruder comes into view and Matteo's lips slightly parts as he drinks in the facial features of the man in front of him. His semi hazel black brooding eyes, long almost shoulder length black hair, his eyes trailed further down and stopped at his lips, before slowly moving to the rest of his body, chiseled, squared shoulders, he could almost see the perfectness of his body from the top he was wearing, black long sleeve round neck,with black slacks. "You really need to stop sneaking up on me like that, or one of these days I'm really going to shoot you" he muttered with a bored ton

The light from a nightstand lamp fell on her profile, drawing her perfect silhouette, highlighting the curve of her breasts and the delicate line of her neck. I saw her murmuring things to herself, her lips moving quickly. She was upset. I was about to break the glass, to enter and claim her before anyone could blink, when the doorknob turned. A nauseating smell, with a mix of Alpha power and fresh blood, flooded my nostrils even through the cracks. Blackwood entered the room with that kingly arrogance that made me want to rip his face off. I tried to sharpen my hearing, but the goddamn glass was soundproofed or had some type of shielding that repelled my beast-like hearing, but I didn't nee

A slow, deliberate smile formed on the man’s lips. “So,” he murmured, his voice smooth, almost amused. “You’ve grown into your role.” He set the photograph down carefully, as if it were something fragile. “Let’s see if you can keep it.” The man stepped forward into the light just enough for his face to be partially revealed. Sharp features. Cold eyes. A presence that carried quiet, dangerous authority. Elias Blackwood was very much alive. And this time… He wasn’t planning to disappear.

Now I stood in the private lair of the three men who owned half the city’s skyline, and apparently they wanted to own me too. “Miss Voss,” a deep voice rumbled from the shadows near the bar. “You’re late.” I turned, and there he was—Damien Blackwood, the eldest of the Blackwood brothers. Tall, broad-shouldered, with midnight hair and eyes like polished obsidian that seemed to strip me bare without even trying. He wore a black dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. The kind of man who commanded boardrooms and bedrooms with equal ease.

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?

Only one man sitting above the Board. Only one person powerful enough to bury deaths. Erase records. Control corporations. And manipulate governments. The founder of Blackwood Holdings. The man Damian had admired his entire life. The man who supposedly retired years ago. The man Damian called grandfather. Arthur Blackwood. The room went completely silent. Then a gunshot shattered the window. Glass exploded inward. Everyone ducked instinctively. A second shot followed. Then a third. The mansion erupted into chaos. Charles immediately spun toward the darkness outside.

I took a step back, but my spine immediately hit Asher’s massive, rock-hard chest. Asher’s large hands came down onto my waist, his long fingers digging into my skin right through the fabric of my navy blue blazer. He leaned down, his rough chin scraping against the sensitive skin of my neck as he growled low in his throat. "You think you're just an accountant to us, doll? Look at your hand. You're wearing our master encryption keys. You ran the numbers that broke your ex-husband. You watched us kill the Romanovs last night without blinking. You’re already a Blackwood. Your blood is just the last piece of the puzzle."

Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind. “You’re welcome.” His deep voice reverberated as I walked towards him. All I could smell was his sinister scent as I closed the gap between us. He was more trouble than the others, his heartbeat faster than a car’s tires at the highest speed. He wasn’t human for sure. “Who are you?”