Blake Hollow Barn Novels & Stories

Blake I walk out of my haze of powers onto a level, gravel road lined by farmland. Streaks of deep navy and fading violet paint the sky as stars twinkle into view, a masterpiece I’d stop to inspect if I didn’t have somewhere to be. Along either side of the valley, houses built along the mountainside shine like their starry counterparts, and a few farmhouses are spread out, but the animals in the barns and sheds are silent, sleeping.

I stayed at the cemetery all night. … I got home the next day around noon. The swing in the yard had been cut down and replaced with an easel. The pond my daughter loved had been filled in. The red goldfish she raised were now stuffed specimens for Pete's paintings. When she saw me frozen in the yard, Jody's face flushed with guilt. She grabbed my hand.

The sprawling front porch beckons with its rocking chairs and a porch swing, offering a perfect spot to admire the surrounding fields and breathe in the fresh country air. “I missed this place.” Blake sighed deeply and muttered as he fell back against the living room couch. His phone blared off and he finally picked it up upon seeing the caller was Zane. “Blake, are you out of your Goddamn mind? Where the f2ck are you?” Zane yelled at the top of his lungs. Blake sighed again, “At the farmhouse,” He replied, “I just need some time alone so don’t tell anyone, and don’t bring unnecessary guards here,” he warned.

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FOUR~ BLAKE’S POV Since we arrived at the abandoned park, I haven’t been able to stop pacing. The place is quiet and calm. The wind moves through the broken trees and rusted structures, carrying the dry scent of dust and old metal. It’s the kind of place people forgot existed years ago. Perfect for hiding. But something about it doesn’t feel right. I’ve been waiting for a response from Eric concerning my men stationed at the mountain, yet my phone remains silent.

Despite not saying it, Blake knew Thea was from a fallen noble family. Remembering that, his mouth smirked. Ah, how long the time had passed that he had almost forgotten his friend's face. Blake leaned his upper body deeper into the sofa. "Tell her to come see me when she back." Sloan answered politely. … Thea was in an empty house on the outskirts of town. This was the place she had secretly bought with Lubez's help. Sometimes, she wants to be alone but had no idea where to go. Thea knew Blake was watching her. So she used the money she invested in Black Eagle to buy this building.

Blake clenched his teeth tight and his fangs and claws pierced. Blake opened his connection to Carson still guarding. We may be a little late got sidetrack and now we have an officer here doing his duty. Blake turned to Mackayla and saw the stag at the edge of the trees. There was a doe and a fawn in the meadow about fifty feet away. He grasped Mackayla's chin and turned her head so she would see the doe and fawn. "So pretty" she said. "Not as pretty as you" Blake replied. He dropped his hand back to her knee as the officer started back. She smiled but Blake caught a bad feeling from behind.

They stayed in the church for several hours, the crystal ashtray full of burnt cigarette butts, the room filled with the pungent smell of tobacco. Blake stood up, picked up his suit jacket, and walked out. At this point in time, there should be no one left at the cemetery, he was going to send his mother off for the last time. At some point, a light drizzle had begun to fall from the sky. It was like a tear that had left the world. Dark clouds covered the sky above his head. Blake’s dark green Land Rover quickly sped along the road, and the rain got heavier and heavier. From afar, he could only see a delicate black figure silently standing in front of a brand-new tombstone. She quietly stood

It opened with a shot from the drone flying over the Quabbin toward the shore, then over the woods. Brandon’s voice-off narration had an ominous echo to add to his solemn tone, as he spoke the words clearly and slowly. “Hidden in rural New England, away from big cities and crowded streets, is the place that changed my life forever: Blotter Manor.” The drone slowed down when it reached the garden, to show the old Victorian in all her glory under a bright blue sky.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of exhaustion and panic. "He's probably just wandered off again," Robert said, trying to keep his tone steady, though his clenched jaw betrayed him. "You know how boys are." Helena shot him a glance, her worry etched into every line of her face. "Not this far, Robert. Not this late." Their boots crunched over dry leaves and twigs as they neared the edge of the property. The old barn loomed ahead, its silhouette jagged and broken against the night sky. Once a place of laughter and hard work, it now stood like a decaying relic, forgotten and ominous.

And got out of the car. She looked out across his land, it was a big space and was hit by a big wave of pride. She’d known how the place had looked before he came. The cabin had stood tall and strong as it did, but he’d repainted, cleared away the debris, refurbished the building that now stood a barn, and even did a sort of path that led from the barn to the back of his house, where his kitchen was. Bryan maher had taken something old and Abandoned, and turned into something beautiful, he’d turned it into a home. Tears stung her eyes, oh but why did the thought of a home make her weepy?