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I spun around, and that’s when I saw him. The man behind me. Holding a heavy stick dripping with blood. My blood. And the world went black.

"The team is ready. We should leave now if we want to reach the compound before nightfall." Casie nodded, schooling her features into professional focus despite the distracting warmth pulsing through her veins. "Let's go. Dr. Vasquez, please forward any additional findings directly to my phone." The drive began in tense silence, Nathaniel at the wheel with Rick beside him while Casie and Valeria occupied the back seats. The arrangement was deliberate, Casie had insisted on it, needing physical distance from both mates to maintain clarity as her body's chemistry continued its relentless shift. "The Blackwood compound is one of the oldest supernatural strongholds in North America," Valeria obs

Just that broken mouth, stretching wider as it turned toward her. The forest recoiled. The ground wilted beneath its feet. Lyla's breath caught in her throat. She'd seen this figure before. In her dreams. In the nightmares where the moon bled and the trees whispered of something that had been locked away for centuries. Something the packs had sworn never to awaken again. The Hollow King. The voice came again, but the figure’s mouth didn’t move. The words coiled through the air like mist. "Blood of the Blackwood. Key of the gate. Come."

That night, as Alessia lay in Luca's arms, her body finally surrendering to sleep, the replica box rested on the nightstand. Its edges glowed faintly under the moonlight, a shimmer invisible to the ordinary eye. The box trembled. Slowly, without touch, the lid creaked open. Inside, where nothing should have been… lay a single torn page of the Black Book. Its ink pulsed like living blood. And in a voice only Alessia could hear, even in her dreams, it whispered: "The wrong box was always the right one"......

A man stood at the center of the hologram. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black. His presence radiated power even through a screen. Cold. Ancient. Predatory. Seraphine’s chest tightened just slightly. Enough to notice. “Who is he?” she asked. Halvorsen’s voice dropped. “Lucien Blackthorn.” The name echoed through the room like a warning. “Alpha of the Nightfall Pack,” he continued. “Immortal. Unkillable. Over three hundred years old.”

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“Good. Just in time.” As night fell, the two of them rode into a clearing beyond the great forest. In its clear center stood a large tree, a giant and ancient thing, its bark gnarled and twisted like flesh bent under the hands of a supernatural torturer. From the shadows beneath it Drust emerged to greet them. “Ah, those with courage to ride in the fresh night, I salute you,” Drust called out, his arms moving up a little swathed in his robe. Ragala whispered to Weaver, “This one is dark, mistress. Very dark indeed. His soul is black enough to hide the stars.”

Hell, she might even bang her head into the walls until she bled, or the glass broke. “Oh, aren’t you the most pitiful thing I’ve ever seen!” A giddy voice sang from behind. Lily turned around, and she practically fell back onto her ass. The giddy voice belonged to one of the most strange looking women she’d ever seen. Her hair was chopped short, half pulled up into a knot on the top of her head. The top half of her hair was black as midnight, the bottom half as pale and white as snow. Her skin was based bronze, a warm golden glow peeking underneath. Spots and patches of violet and crimson kissed her skin. Her eyes peaked beneath black lashes, as orange as dying embers. She was breathtaking

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

Isabella flinched and tried to grab my hand. I pulled away coldly. In the end, she could only leave in tears. On the third night, I suddenly remembered a forbidden book my father had left behind before he died. It had been sealed inside a hidden compartment in the Alpha’s study. According to him, it contained black magic forbidden by the Moon Goddess. I raced back to Blackstone territory and pulled the dust-covered book from its hiding place. The pages flew beneath my fingers. Then I saw the words Soul Recall, and my hand stopped.