Novel & Cerita Fantasy Gifts Blackwood

The space feels alive—exposed stone walls etched with faint storm runes that glow softly when the wind picks up outside, mismatched couches dragged into a loose circle, a low table scattered with half-empty mugs of tea, spell textbooks, and a deck of tarot cards someone left mid-reading. A record player in the corner spins something low and moody—old blues filtered through a modern vinyl crackle. Thorne Alexander Blackwood lounges on the arm of one couch, long legs stretched out, black leather jacket slung over the back. His dark hair falls into storm-gray eyes that still carry the faint red rim of vampire lineage, even in daylight. He’s sipping black coffee—straight, no sugar—watching the r

Inside was a folded piece of white paper. My breath hitched. Something wasn’t right. Something was very, very wrong. I unfolded it. And the moment my eyes landed on the words written inside… My body froze completely . “Did you like the first gift?” My heart skipped a beat. “This wine was my second gift to you as the Luna of Darkwood Pack.” My fingers tightened around the paper. “Hope you like it?” A cold chill spread through my entire body. “Besides, green looks good on you.” My breath came out uneven.

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

"Gifts are not meant to be returned! You can’t just take them back because you’re throwing a jealous fit!" "Gifts are for family and allies," Lane replied, her voice dropping into a razor-sharp, chilling register. "Whoever heard of a pack that begs a person for life-saving help, drains her vaults, and then turns around to despise and humiliate her the second they feel safe? You don't get to wear my family's wealth while spitting on my name. Return them, or I will have them stripped from you." Turning away from the trembling girl, Lane gave a polite, icy nod toward the bed. "Have a wonderful morning, Mrs. Blackwood. Expect my next invoice shortly."

I shot one last glance out the window, moonlight slanting across stone walkways, silvered trees that looked like sentries, sparks of magic glowing in the shadows where kids played games that would terrify normal packs. Magic was alive here, thick in the air, humming along every wall, flickering in every glass and mirror. Every inch of the Blackwood compound whispered the same thing... power. The kind that didn’t shout or strut. The kind that sat back and watched the world burn, untouched and unimpressed. Ria turned on her heel and waved me after her. “Come on, then, stranger. Let’s see if you’re tough enough for Blackwood hospitality.”

But it was also my way of protecting them from him. Marco gave his gift. A wooden black horse. It had Prince Initials curved on the side of its tummy. Tears filled my eyes and I hugged him. I haven’t been to the stables or rode any other horse since his death. “Thank you.” I murmured when we pulled back. Then Mama gave me her gift. “It’s not much, but I hope you like it.” What my Mamma didn’t know was she could give me a stone and I would still see it as the most beautiful one in the world.

He offered to get a neighboring mystic healer over but I stopped him. I pushed myself away from the door and moved to the small wooden chest sitting on the table. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it. The familiar scent of old magic and dust greeted me. I reached inside and lifted the book of black magic. The leather cover felt colder than usual, almost as if it were breathing against my skin. I ignored that and carried it to the bed.

“She adored you, you know. Every time she came in, she spoke of you with such pride. I never thought I’d see the day you’d walk in here, asking for anything.” I smiled faintly. “Well, today’s that day. I need to get some stuff for my wife.” His brows lifted with intrigue, and he gestured toward the glittering displays. “Then you’ve come to the right place. Let me show you what we’ve crafted lately. Only the best for a Blackwood lady, after all.” Piece after piece emerged from velvet trays; necklaces that shimmered like stars, earrings that seemed too delicate for reality, rings that caught the light just so. Stephens narrated each one, his voice filled with pride.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.