Lord Blackwood Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

The main door to the house gets opened again, and this time, Luca steps outside and incredibly quickly goes in the direction of Theon and Lyra, screaming: "I'm so sorry. I was supposed to watch her!" He reaches to get her out of Theon’s arms but is stopped by Alpha Ryan, and that makes me almost run in their direction. "So you are one of two heirs of the Blackwood Pack," he smirks, but I don't like the way he is looking at my brother "he is newly shifted, but I smell the strong wolf. I presume he's strong." "Of course, my nephews are strong." Theon responds, holding Lyra, "They are good blood both from their father's and mother's sides. If I don't have children, they will be good Alphas."

She saw the bridge her father had promised. "The 30th," she rasped, her voice stronger than it had ever been. Outside, a massive explosion rocked the front gates of Blackwood Manor. A howl of pure, corrupted malice ripped through the night. Asmodeus had arrived. "He's here," Anna said, her eyes glowing a lethal, permanent blue. "And I’m finished running." The door to Killian’s chambers didn't just open; it was thrown back against the stone wall with a force that spoke of a new, grounded power.

He held the sleeve for a long moment without speaking. Not processing, she could see that he'd already processed it. He was deciding how to say it, which was different. The specific quality of someone who had arrived at an understanding they weren't certain they wanted to put into words because words made it permanent in a way that understanding alone didn't. "Tell me," she said. He looked at the notation. "The sixth bloodline," he said. "The Covenant bloodline." She held still.

He had midnight-black hair and lethal, glowing amber eyes that swept over the crowd with absolute boredom. A faint, rugged scar ran along his jawline, a reminder of his dangerous time ruling the lawless offshore networks. It was Killian Blackwood—Cassian's exiled older brother, the true, feared Lycan Alpha of the Shadowlands. My heart skipped a beat, a wicked smile finally touching my lips. My perfect weapon, and my true fated match, had just arrived.

Black magic. The second it activated, the pain returned tenfold. My bones trembled beneath my skin. My knees buckled, crashing to the floor. A cruel chuckle slipped from Thorne’s throat. “So much for the invincible Lycan,” he sneered. “A little black magic and you’re crawling like a wounded dog.” “Uncle, stop!” Lunessa shouted, voice laced with panic. “If you come any closer, I’ll unwrap the second relic,” he warned.

The journey passed mostly in charged silence, both of us aware of the shift happening between us. The Thornwood estate emerged through ancient trees - an impressive structure of stone and timber that spoke of old wealth and power. Pack members lined the entrance, bowing respectfully as we approached. "Alpha heir Blackwood and Luna Blackwood," the announcer called as we entered the grand hall. All eyes turned toward us. I felt Alexander's hand return to my waist, possessive and proud. The whispers began immediately. "She's secured five percent of the sacred hunting grounds..." "They look more united than ever..."

“Two Alphas want her.” Ms. Blackwood’s face drained of color. “That’s impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t—Draven would never allow...” “Draven doesn’t own her,” Lena interrupted sharply. “And maybe that’s what you all forget. He can claim land, he can claim power, but not people. Not anymore.” The tension was electric. Ms. Blackwood looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. “You’re lying,” she whispered, her tone uncertain now. “Jacob wouldn’t… he couldn’t schoose someone like you.”

“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.” — George R. R. Martin LEONARDO (Lucien's father) He may be Alpha now, but the blood that made him Alpha still runs in me. And his happiness with his mate? It won’t last. I’ll make sure of it. I was too excited by how smoothly my plans were unfolding, but I couldn’t show it. Not yet, anyway. “Come on, Alpha Rhett,” I leaned forward, swirling the whiskey in my glass. “You’ve thought about it before. I’m just saying it out loud.”

Luca said quietly. “Damn right we are,” Ryder replied, his voice full of pride. ⸻ In the months that followed, peace settled over their lives like a fragile blessing. But if anyone ever came near his family again… They’d meet the monster that ended Volkov. Bain Blackwood didn’t just win. He built a kingdom on blood and loyalty. And now—he ruled it. But will it last?

The chamber trembled as Elior steadied himself, the Veilblade pulsing in his grasp like a living entity. The whispers, once distant, now screamed inside his mind. His vision blurred, shadows creeping at the edges of his sight. Sienna’s hand on his arm grounded him, but the sword refused to let go. From the darkness, something stirred. A figure emerged—tattered robes, hollow eyes, a presence older than time. It did not walk; it glided, the air warping around it.