Blackwood Treasure Maps 3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

As his Mate, I knew all the passwords. My fingers flew across the keyboard, downloading years of secrets onto a ghost drive. Financial records, transaction histories, blackmail files... All the proof of the Blackwood Pack's illegal activities. Including the wire transfer he used to threaten Magnus. It was all here. Once the file transfer was complete, I walked over to the sleeping Baton. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating his face. He was once my entire world. I gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the mate mark on his chest.

The doors creaked as she pushed them open, revealing what lay inside. The cabinet was filled with papers, old books, and trinkets, the remnants of a past long forgotten. Bliss ran her fingers over the contents, her heart racing with each new discovery. Among the books, she found a leather-bound journal, its pages yellowed with age. The title, written in faded gold lettering, read Blackwood Family History. She pulled it out and opened it, her hands trembling with anticipation.

They did not think it was possible for Wilbur to be so wealthy. However, the screenshot had proven them wrong, so Aite said, "Mister Penn, I apologize for my brashness with you just now. We do actually have detailed information on the treasure, including a map to get to it as well. That might sound ridiculous to you, but it's the truth. That treasure was actually left behind by a previous civilization. There's an entrance deep in the Vicente Primeval Forest that leads to an underground castle that the people from that previous civilization built to draw water from the great lake."

The lid creaked open, revealing a collection of yellow papers, maps, and journal bound in worn leather. I unfolded the first map, my breath catching as I recognized the markings. It was a detailed layout of Mallory’s secret tunnels, passages known only to a select few within the kingdom. The Rogues had been using them to move unnoticed, to strike from the shadows. This was a great weapon in the right hands. Beneath it was another map, less detailed but more significant. It showed the location of the Rogue leader’s hideout deep within the Ironwood Mountains, a place thought impenetrable. There were several other things in the box. Drawings that I couldn't explain.

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I plugged it into the encrypted terminal and waited. The file unfolded like a crime scene. Photos. Reports. Signatures. Diagrams. Project: NYX Subject 03: Ivy Sinclair-Blackwood I sat there. Frozen. Staring at the name printed in sterile black ink. Blackwood. Not Sinclair. Blackwood. My chest ached like something sacred had been torn out by force. I clicked deeper into the files. Embryonic development notes. Neural adaptivity scores. Trauma-resistance calibration. They hadn’t raised me.

We will find his weakness. Damian reached for another folder, thicker than the first, and slid it across the desk. The folder was heavy, the paper inside crisp and unyielding. “This is the Blackwood-Kerr acquisition. The owners are… sentimental. They believe their heir can protect them from reality.” His mouth curved—not into a smile, but into something sharper, something far more sinister. “Your job is to prove them wrong.”

“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.

“I’ve seen creepy forests before, but this one takes the prize. It’s like it’s waiting for us to mess up.” Vivienne’s lips quirked into a faint smirk as she adjusted her dagger. “The Blackwood isn’t going to give us a warm welcome, that’s for sure. Keep your guard up.” Crane studied the resonance map as they walked, his brow furrowed. The glowing mark that represented the fracture pulsed faintly, but its position seemed to shift subtly with every step. “The map’s readings are inconsistent,” he muttered. “The energy here is throwing everything off. It’s like the forest itself is interfering.”

Written right across the front in bold, black letters were the words: **THE THORNE PACK TREASURE HUNT. I frowned, my eyebrows pulling together. The Thorne Pack treasure hunt? What the heck did that even mean? Since when did my pack have a treasure hunt? Well, I was about to find out. With shaking fingers, I flipped the document open. My eyes went wide, and my entire body froze solid. It wasn't a treasure hunt at all. Right there on the first page was a highly detailed architectural blueprint—a map showing exactly how Adrian and his father planned to build a massive, underground tunnel leading from the Blackwood pack territory all the way across the border into the Thorne Pack.