Blackwood Treasure Maps 3 Novels & Stories

With Liam by my side, we ventured into the depths of the sprawling estate, our footsteps echoing through the empty corridors as we searched for clues that would unravel the truth behind Gabriel Blackwood's sinister agenda. And then, we found it. Hidden beneath the grandeur of Silverwood Manor lay a secret chamber, its walls adorned with ancient symbols and sigils that spoke of a power beyond comprehension. As we stepped into the dimly lit chamber, a sense of dread settled over me like a heavy shroud, for I knew that we were standing on the precipice of something far more dangerous than we could have ever imagined.

As you reach the edge of the wood, you will find a skull, still fresh, freshly cut, blood oozing out, like maggots, but it will smile at you, "My name is Matendechere welcome to the land of the spirits." It will wink at you and point at the axe that sacked its life out. Yes, an axe, it has fresh blood and some hair on the sharp edge. The axe will appear to be swinging, as if someone is raising it up, unclear figure, but too unfortunate. Keep moving if you believe that you are still alive, keep moving faster for your life. They are watching you, you don't when they will sack up someone's blood.

The kind of place you build when you trust no one. Her arms were folded, tablet glowing with data. “It’s coming from Blackwood territory,” she said. “Lucas?” I asked, already knowing. She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to because we both knew that man was up to no good. I turned to the wall monitor. A map lit up — red dots for searches, blue for leaks, and black for paid inquiries. He wasn’t just snooping. He was circling. “Why?” Vera asked softly. “Why him?”

Captain Azer said with a faint smile. "Our Luna has come to observe, not inspect." The room relaxed almost immediately. I smiled. "I'm afraid the Captain is correct." "A routine inspection wasn't my intention." One of the younger officers let out a breath that earned him a discreet nudge from the colleague beside him. Captain Azer pretended not to notice. "If you'll follow me..." He led me towards the largest map in the room. It depicted the entirety of Blackwood's territory. The eastern forests. The southern trade routes.

The first two floors were normal. Dust. Broken shops. Closed shutters. But when he reached the staircase to the third floor… He saw something strange. Dust covered the stairs — but there were footprints. Small ones. Like a child’s. The mall was closed. How could a child be there? Aarav stopped. His heartbeat spiked. He turned on his phone’s flashlight. The footprints led upward — toward the third floor. Slowly, he climbed. Every step made the wood scream. The third floor was almost empty — half-built rooms, shattered glass.

"Old territory maps dating back to the pack's founding. I caught him in here yesterday, claiming he was researching family history." Casie approached the maps, trying to focus despite the distracting heat pulsing through her veins. The oldest showed the original Blackwood territory, much smaller than their current holdings, centred around what was just the main packhouse. “It’s not here, I can’t feel it, anywhere. It should be stronger if it were in this room. However, nothing is marked on here where it might be; they were definitely thorough to ensure only the rightful person could use the Tears power.” Rick stepped closer, his gaze sweeping the room. "What about hidden compartments? Secret

Blackwood. TBC!!

My big brother was not yet married so I enter his room like it was mine. Good morning bross, I am here for the keys to the car you promised, hope its outside. Lyod:: Sure that's the key to the car on my dressing table. Please be careful with this car, do not cause trouble for me again okay. Johnny:; Yes sir, hope it's a black jeep as I demanded because anything less from that we might just have to return the car. My brother looked at me with some pitiful eyes before finally saying yes. I ran and hugged him and went outside to see my jeep.

Blue’s scales stiffened, and she let out a low growl, tail curling protectively around my leg. “Shit,” I muttered, stepping back. The trees ahead began to bend outward as if some unseen force was pushing them aside. Light, pure, silver light burst through the cracks of the forest floor, tracing strange, ancient symbols across the ground. I stared at them, then at the map. The same markings were there, drawn faintly in red ink. “This is it…” I whispered. “The treasure.” But this didn’t look like treasure, it looked like a trap dressed in pretty lights.