Blake Hollow Barn Novels & Stories

I don’t fancy a trip to human jail or having to beat yet more men over the head with a baseball bat. Following the faintest hint of Kian’s woodsmoke and whiskey scent, I pass the dilapidated barn that was probably red at one point but now looks more like a muddy brown. I get a whiff of moldy hay and manure that briefly masks Kian’s scent, then circle around the back of the building where it butts up against a small forested area of evergreens.

I love this place. Blake had this place set up with permission from his dad while he was still in high school, a few years back. It was like a hidden secret garden back here. Beautiful ponds, trees, plants, and flowers were planted everywhere. It's even better at night because of the beautiful lighting he had placed everywhere.

he said, walking back into the room with a warm washcloth and cleaning me up. I pulled my panties back up and rolled to face him. “What kind of call?” He slid back into bed and pulled me onto his chest. “Potential piece of property in Ridgefield.” I sat up and met his eyes. “What kind of property?” “Dumpy house on four acres we’d need to fix up, but there’s a brand-new barn, plus they left the old barn, so it has potential to be converted into bunks and shit. Covered arena means we can ride when it’s raining, but it’s close to public trails, so that’s an option when it’s clear.”

I swallow hard and close my eyes until the room steadies again. Where am I. The walls are concrete and bare. Old paint peeling in strips. There’s graffiti on one side, faded and layered, like people kept coming back here to leave pieces of themselves behind. Names. Symbols. Words I can’t fully read. Black Hollow. The name comes to me out of nowhere and my stomach drops.

Adults moving with the unhurried purpose of people who felt safe. Wren stared. The stories of Black Hollow had described something built for brutality — a fortress, a stronghold, a place whose architecture reflected its Alpha's reputation. What she saw was a village. A real one. The kind of place where people lived rather than merely survived, which she'd nearly forgotten was a distinction. The cognitive dissonance was sharp enough to overcome her composure. "That's it?" she said, before she'd made the decision to speak. "That's Black Hollow?"

I didn’t know Valentine owned such a mansion. Avoiding the grand house that must have been his, he led me to what looked like a barn that was sitting humbly in the backyard. It was wood that had been painted red long ago, and had a deformed black roof sitting atop. The only thing out of place was the huge wooden doors that sat leading into the barn.

{SAM’S POV} Sam parked, and walked across the property, to the old barn. The “old barn” is all they had to say. They both knew what that meant. It was the place they always went when they lived in Oakville. It was at the back of a property with a vacant house for sale that had been on the market for years. The house just sat there, empty, asking way too much. Nobody ever even came to look at it, as far as they could tell.

We drive a little down the lane, over a slight rise, and then a barn comes into sight. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof and two little cupolas crown it, weathervanes at their peeks. “Oh!” I say, completely charmed by the sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just barely see a group of horses grazing in the afternoon light.

Her arms loosened before her, the item starting to peek out as if it wanted to fall out. Blackwheel hissed as he saw the inappropriate need to hide again even though he knew it was going to take some time for him to reach Rebecca, more time than he had expected. Forty feet away from Rebecca and the voices of the children in the kindergarten died down. The air became clearer and noiseless as Blackwheel watched Rebecca approach a building that was covered with brown painting. It looked like a coffee store but it wasn't. "The place where your dreams come to life," Blackwheel read the sign close to the building and exhaled.