Blackwood Treasure Maps 3 Novels & Stories

He unrolled a map across the table, pointing to a significant section marked with the Blackwood crest. "This land—ten percent of my personal territory—will belong to you regardless of your relationship with my grandson." I stared at the map in shock. The territory he indicated was worth more than most wolves would see in a lifetime—prime hunting grounds with two healing springs and access to rare herb fields. "Elder Blackwood," I managed, tears threatening to spill. "I can't accept this."

He was not a braggart like Ethan, nor was he as strange as Fane. Looking at Fane who was acting like he would definitely get a treasure, Nash suddenly wanted to shout at him. After all, in Nash's mind, the black treasure was his, it had nothing to do with Fane. Just as Nash was wondering if he should say something, the wizened and cold voice was heard again. "The results will be announced right now. For various reasons, I'll only announce the top three results that will win the treasures. In third place, the black treasure goes to Emilio from the Chaos Continent!"

It was filled with sketches—industrial designs for Blackwood turbine engines and early architectural software frameworks. “What is this?” I whispered, pulling out a set of blueprints dated thirty years ago. The stamps on the corner didn’t say Vermon. They said Blackwood Industries – Proprietary & Confidential. I flipped through a leather-bound journal. The handwriting was elegant, slanted—Beatrice’s hand. But the contents weren’t poetry or sketches of landscapes. They were logs of meetings, security codes for Blackwood vaults, and detailed descriptions of Michael Blackwood’s private encryption keys.

I moved quietly, years of training kicking in, steps soft on the stone floor. I pulled one of the maps off the wall and laid it on the table. It showed the inner territories—places I wasn’t allowed to go. Places reserved for council business. I marked them with a red pencil from the drawer. Three places. Three names. They were the rot inside the heart of the Blackwood pack. I didn’t hear him enter until his voice broke the silence. “You’re really going through with this?” I turned. He was in the doorway, arms crossed again. Always watching.

The "War Room" in the Deep Caves had been replaced by a blueprint spread across a wooden crate. ‎ ‎It wasn't a map of the forest. It was a schematic of a high-rise building in downtown Seattle. ‎ ‎"Blackwood Trust," Vexa said, tapping the paper with her good hand. "Sixty floors of human finance. Boring. But here..." ‎ ‎She pointed to the sub-basement levels, marked in red ink. ‎ ‎"Three levels of underground storage. Level 1 is safety deposit boxes. Level 2 is the gold reserve. And Level 3... is the Private Collection."

It was pulling a final, hidden file—a ghost in the wires—from the wreckage of the server. A single line of text appeared on the tiny, cracked screen: FINAL CLAUSE UNLOCKED. FOR IRIS. Iris watched, her breath catching, as a map began to draw itself. It was a set of GPS coordinates located at the very edge of the Blackwood estate, miles away from the Vane mansion, tucked into a valley where the trees grew thick and the sun rarely reached. "Julian," she breathed, her thumb tracing the glowing coordinates.

He turned to his left, scowling at the trees. Penny remembered this part of the map. Vincent Rinaldi's sketch was decidedly vague - and certainly not to scale - and this time, there wasn't even a phallus-shaped rock as a landmark. She'd known, upon her own study of this last clue, that it would take some searching to locate this piece of the treasure. "Fan out," said the leader. Immediately, the others leaped into action. Even the man gripping her arm lumbered off the path, dragging her behind. They began searching among the trees.

“One of the ones Erebus gutted. It was stuffed in the lining of his boot, wrapped in oilcloth.” I set it on the table in front of us and pulled the sleeve open, the pungent smell of blood and old leather hitting me immediately. Inside was a folded, weathered map. When I opened it, my breath caught. It was a layout of Silverclaw territory. But not just any layout. This wasn’t the modern terrain most packs had access to. This was old. Annotated with coded notes and hand-sketched marks—supply routes, border gaps, and… there it was. My eyes narrowed.

My stomach lurched at the thought. But then, on the next page, I saw it – a map. A detailed map of the estate, with a large X marking a spot deep within the sprawling forest. This wasn’t just any spot; it was the location of the abandoned Blackwood mines, a network of tunnels rumored to be vast and treacherous. My heart hammered against my ribs. The mines. Could Annalise be there? But why? And why would Spencer have a map of that specific location? More questions than answers swam in my head, each one fueling my growing sense of urgency. I couldn’t waste any more time here. Annalise could be trapped in those mines, injured and alone.

It was on gold and I knew immediately that it had to do with life and death. I opened it, with my heart beating so fast. I read the address and instantly raised my head. " The Lunar Dominion Pack sent this?" I raised the letter up. " They did, and that's after we came to an agreement on how to end the war" the council leader said. I looked at it and began to read. It was a marriage proposal. What the hell was going on? " A blood marriage?" I raised my head and looked at them. " Yes, that's the only way to save our lives and cheat the curse that has been placed on us. We have to find a way to stop the war, and a blood marriage will be the best, witnessed by the Moon Goddess and done under the