Novel & Cerita Blackwood Vs Bracken

she gestured to the symbols carved into the palms and chest "—were inflicted ante-mortem." "He was alive when they carved into him," Rick translated grimly. "Yes. And given the lack of defensive wounds, I'd say he was restrained or drugged." Dr. Patel leaned closer to examine the neck. "The precision here is... unusual and a lot more confident than the other three. As for the name, the Blackwood family is old money. If one of their heirs is returning, someone might have been looking for them for a long time. Well known for their antique and large art collections worldwide.”

The Blackwood was a name whispered in caution, the kind of place mothers warned their children about when the moon was high. Even standing at its edge, I could see why. The trees rose like ancient sentinels, their twisted trunks draped in moss that swayed in a wind I couldn’t feel. The light here was strange—filtered through a canopy so thick that the midday sun barely reached the ground. It was silent, too. Too silent. No birdsong, no rustle of small animals. Just the stillness of something watching.

Although part of her might have been happy to corner Lucian again, if yesterday's incident really leaked to the public, it would affect the company's stock price. Blackwood Corporation was not just a company, but a business empire that spanned across multiple fields—automotive, technology, finance, and even property. Behind its great name stood four main pillars: Blackwood Motors with its electric cars and self-driving systems, Blackwood Tech, which dominated AI and cyber security, Blackwood Finance in the world of finance, and Blackwood Real Estate, which dominated property.

Ben hummed old marching songs under his breath until someone threw a mitten at him. Cassian stayed near the back of the line, then the side, then the front. Never still. Always watching. Not nervous. Hunting. Or being hunted. I walked until my legs ached and my burned palm throbbed beneath its bandage. Damien’s cloak hung from my pack, wrapped tight so the scent would not spread. At last, the trees ahead changed. They grew blacker. Not dark brown. Not shadowed green. Black. Their trunks rose from the snow like charred bones, smooth and tall, branches twisting overhead in shapes that looked almost deliberate. No birds nested there. No wind moved through them. The snow stopped at their border

It was the first time he had heard of it. “Mana in general does not do harm. However, as with every other thing, too much of it CAN do harm.” Yuki explained. “Blackwood trees are high quality magic materials that are used to make certain magic items and weapons. The mana stored within them is so concentrated that they are stronger than some magic crystals. And that mountain is filled with those trees.

The manor felt different from Nightfang in it. Not invaded—just… altered. The old Blackmoon stones had new shadows. On the ground floor, near the main entrance, a rack of weapons held not only Blackmoon spears and practice staves but a neat line of Nightfang‑forged blades: darker metal, different balance, grips wrapped in a tighter, rougher leather. On the north wall, opposite Blackmoon’s moon‑over‑ridge banner, a smaller Nightfang crest hung—fang and flame reduced in size, but not in presence.

"Nice. It doesn't hurt as much. More of numbed feeling. What kind of tree is this?" Quickstep asked the system. "It is Allocasuarina luehmannii (buloke or bull-oak), host. This tree produces that hardest wood among the Zero Tiered existences." The system replied to Quickstep. "How long until I can be completely healed?" Quickstep asked the system. He saw his branches were broken and in his trunk were impact marks, abrasions and scrapes which were likely caused by the Cheetah.

Blackwood Aviation – private jet leasing company. Agriculture & Heritage (The Roots) Blackwood Ranches – cattle ranching, horse breeding, premium beef exports. Blackwood Foods – organic produce lines tied to the family’s legacy land. Blackwood Stud Farms – prize-winning thoroughbreds for racing. “Wow, so the Blackwoods are also into media,” Luna gasped as she read the next page, titled Media & Influence (The Reach): Blackwood Media Group – shares in TV networks and news outlets. Blackwood Publishing House – old-established, prestige-focused publishing.

“Say less Let’s go. Now.” The woods behind Blackwood University were nothing like the manicured paths near the dorms. Here, the trees grew so close together their branches served as a roof overhead, blocking out most of the sunlight. The ground was soft and the grass was wet and the air smelled damp earth and something different– something sharp and metallic, like iron or blood.