Lord Blackwood Game Of Thrones นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Or make us doubt what we’ve built.” Lena’s wolf snarled in agreement. “Then we’ll give them something they can’t deny. Something that makes their games meaningless.” Kade smiled grimly. “Then let them come. Let them scheme. They’ve underestimated Blackwood—and us.” Yet even as they spoke, Lena felt it—the threads of tension winding tighter, the forest beyond the walls alive with whispers of danger. Somewhere in the shadows, someone was already moving the pieces of a greater game. And Blackwood stood at the center of it.

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

"He's demanding audience, Alpha. Says he has a proposition that might prevent... unpleasantness." Unpleasantness. Such a delicate word for the kind of territorial war that could paint these mountains red with supernatural blood. I found Blackwood waiting in the courtyard like he owned it, flanked by three wolves who moved with the particular swagger of creatures who'd never learned proper respect for established territory. He looked older than I remembered—gray threading through dark hair, lines around his eyes that spoke of years spent in exile—but his amber gaze held the same calculating intelligence that had made him dangerous three decades ago.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

My breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. Lydia’s face kept flashing in my mind. The terror in her eyes. It was the first time I realized that the Blackwood empire wasn't just a business—it was a cult. And the only way to leave was to burn it down. I went into Leo's room. He was sitting on his bed, his little brow furrowed as he played a game. He looked so innocent. So blissfully unaware that he was the center of a war between monsters.

The air inside Blackwood Manor was never truly warm. ​It carried a perennial chill, a haunting reminder that Laura was living in the heart of a kingdom that fed on shadows. ​Outside, the world trembled at the mere mention of Dave, the Lord of the Blood Pact. ​People whispered his name in alleys, their eyes darting nervously, hands trembling as they bowed whenever his carriage passed. ​They knew the truth, even if they dared not speak it aloud: Dave was not merely a ruler; he was a monster who required more than just taxes and loyalty to sustain his reign.

He leaned in and grabbed Reed by the shoulder to keep him steady. Reed’s voice was nearly inaudible as he spoke. “I served, under your father. I knew, Blackwood, very well back then. The man I saw last night, wasn’t him.” Jace tensed up. “What do you mean?” “His eyes,” Reed, “They were, darker." He coughed out blood again. "Not just in color, but something deeper.” He paused, took one last breath and whispered, “Alpha, whatever you do, don’t take this lightly.” Then another pause. “I can assure you of one thing, Blackwood is coming, and he’s coming for everything.”

If Lucas Blackwood wanted to see what hunted in the dark, I’d give him a front-row seat. I poured a drink, the glass shattering in my grip before it reached my lips, the whiskey pooling at my feet like spilled blood. I didn’t even look at it. I stared out into the night, eyes burning with the promise I’d make him regret every breath that brought him near her. He thought he knew predators. He thought he was one. But I was older than his bloodline. Older than his forests. Older than the moon his kind worshipped. And I was done pretending.