Blackwood Treasure Maps 3 Novels & Stories

Even the ones under Draven's rule would rather die than let a peasant such as myself speak before them. Clearing his throat, Draven said while staring at me intently. “Let's get straight to the point, you want revenge and I need the Map of Joaska. I have no idea where it is hidden nor do I have the time to spend searching for it. As I have other cities to conquer, rule and attend to.” He began, taking a deep breath he continued. “The map of every town is held by the general of each town. And only three people have access to it, the general, his son the Alpha and his wife. Which means that Joaska's map is in the Blackstorm's Mansion and only you can get it for me.”

"He's probably already compromised our original route. **We're going to head north, towards the Blackwood Forest. The cabin is located about five miles inside the forest perimeter, near the old logging trail. Coordinates are locked in, but be ready for anything.**" Blackwood Forest. The name conjured images of ancient trees, impenetrable shadows, and whispered legends of things that lurked in the darkness. It was a place of isolation, a place where the digital world held little sway. But it was also a place of unknown dangers, a place where they would be completely cut off from the outside world. "Blackwood Forest?" May asked, a tremor of unease in her voice. "Are you sure that's the best op

As we made our way downstairs, Alpha Maxwell was already in the dining room, surrounded by maps and documents recovered from the Blackthorne estate. "You're awake," he said, relief evident in his weathered face. "We were concerned after... what happened yesterday." "I'm fine," I assured him, though Diamond's presence still felt muted, as if she too needed recovery time after the goddess's direct intervention. "Have you found anything?" Alpha Maxwell gestured to the maps spread across the table. "We've identified three possible locations where your brother might be held, based on the documents recovered from the basement and information extracted from Clyde."

“Thomas Scott maintained blood-safe houses. Places transferred between shell companies so no generation would ever be exposed.” “How many?” “Five that I know of. There may be more.” Liv opened the first folder. “A hunting lodge in the mountains, a closed psychiatric hospital, two port warehouses, and an estate called Blackwater.” Mother went still. “Black water.” “What?” I asked. “Talus opened a crack with water beneath it. I saw it for one second.” Amelie approached the maps, still leaning against Bless. “I sensed moisture as well, but it was not living water. It was a dead ley line.”

"It was the northern syndicate! The Blackwood pack!" David frowned, exchanging a sharp look with me. "Blackwood?" I demanded, stepping closer to the thrashing man. "They operate three hundred miles away. They have no business in my territory." "They do now!" The rogue coughed, clutching his shattered knee. "The whole region knows you bought Chandler’s debt! They know you are distracted by the human bitch! Blackwood wants the trade routes! They paid us to find a weak point in your southern wall!" A cold, heavy knot twisted in my gut.

Ama was contemplating an effective way to gain access to the Blackwoods mansion. Mr. Reynolds had already given her a file containing everything she needed to know about the family, and she had spent all of last night reviewing it and conducting her own research. The Blackwoods came from old money, which they gained from their construction business, and talent for creating unique art pieces. Which have aided them in their money laundering.

After about five minutes of intensely combing through the whole house, I still came out empty-handed. “All for what?” I groaned and snapped my neck to look at the last corner, and my eyes caught something in the shadows—a big ancient Greek book laid on a table with a stack of other smaller books. There were also black inks, bird feathers, and a detailed map. I got closer to the table, and a better observation at the map revealed the mapped territory—all four wolf kingdoms were highlighted with a spot of red ink.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

I ask in surprise as I look down both ends of the hall. Victor’s expression is sombre, not his usual effervescent self. “This came for you,” he says holding out a black envelope with ‘Blackheart’ scrawled on it in beautiful gold calligraphy. I take the envelope from his hand and even though I know what I’ll find, I still turn it over to look at the back, sealed with gold wax with a blood drop symbol embedded in the wax and I suck in a breath. “I’m sorry, Heart,” Victor says, his voice full of regret. I give him a smile, “You have nothing to be sorry for, thank you for bringing this to me,” I say kissing his cheek.

“Close the door.” I obeyed. “I received another message this morning.” He slid a printed email across the desk. “Read this.” I picked up the paper. Subject: Blood Will Tell “The heir plays while Rome burns. But fire purifies. Fire reveals. Soon, the false will fall, and the worthy will rise from the ashes. Count your days, Blackwood. Count them carefully.” My stomach tightened. This was different from the others. More personal. More direct. “When did this arrive?” “Six AM. Routed through the same encrypted channels as the others.”