Lord Blackwood Scp Novels & Stories

Meanwhile drake was on his way to deliver the message he was sent, he skillfully maneuvered his way through the border of the Mystic Shadow pack until he got to a cabin. Skyler had asked him to find the cabin at the border of the mystic shadow pack, a man named Lucas with dirty blond hair, chocolate brown eyes and scar on the left cheek resides there. He was about to raise his hands to knock when the door flew open and a young man appeared, grabbing Drake by his neck and slamming him on the floor instinctively. Rogues are nothing short of bad news and Killing them was the first thing that came to the mind of a werewolf.

Samantha didn’t get the gist of what had happened to Zachary—Zack for short and what he preferred to be called—but she knew that Zack had been going through some rough shit since his accident—an attack upon his personnel by the rogue that worked together with dirty, filthy humans to take down the wolves in the sacred forest of Paphos. ’It would seem that you are not happy with the match, Sam,’ Scarlet asked as images were flying through her head. Samantha frowned, rubbing her chest as she remembered the imprint that had happened between them. The images… were not the ones that needed to be repeated inside her head, over and over again.

Its mouth opened, with the poisonous fang gleaming wickedly, ready to strike her when. An arm shot out and gripped the cobra around the neck. The cobra jerked and released Serena. It wrapped its thick form around the hand and tried to wiggle its head out of the tight grip. "You're not escaping you fucker",Tabitha growled and increased her hold on the cobra. It couldn't shift back and soon its head exploded, blood and slime dropping from her hand. Tabitha dropped the dead limp scaly body and crawled towards Serena. She was unconscious. She looked up and saw Kendrick and Leo fighting against a strange being. That had to be Odin, she thought to herself. Her eyes rested on the brown lycan and sh

Today Nora was on holiday because of a few guests coming into her home. She recalled yesterday's conversation with Nora and couldn't help but gulp her saliva. The dark walker, Lyceon, was an original from the Royal Lycan blood. She was taught in her school classes about Lycans, the most powerful creatures, more powerful and muscular than werewolves and vampires and other creatures. They are like Kings of the Alpha kings and superior to all. They thought lycans had already vanished from the earth but until a decade ago When His brutality and notorious presence was spotted by few werewolves in the bloodbath around the world.

I tell everyone what I know about the rogues, and Riordan explains their weird scent. “Ok my little darkling tell us what you know?” I asked. “I do not know much, but I know the scent you smell from the tiger lily. They are found in Russia and Asia. I know the Lycan pack bordering Europe and Asia is in trouble. The current alpha is a major asshole. Jin, who I am terrific friends with, turns 375 in a month and is next in line to be alpha. Financially the pack is doing well, but personally, it has gone to shit. Jin has yet to find his mate, and Jin’s mother died when he was just over 200. The current alpha, from what I was told, has damn near gone feral, but everyone is too fucking terrified o

Sawyer swiftly moved, ripping out the beta’s heart as blood fell from his mouth as the wife burst out crying. “No! No!” she cried while Kai tried to attack me. He stood no chance with me. “Please” Rhiannon cried to me as Rodrigo glared at me, trying to shift as well, but we had collars around their necks that had needles with wolfsbane. “Tell me where your alpha is and I will let them live,” I growled at Luna as she whimpered loudly. “Go fuck yourself!” She said through gritted teeth and Sawyer went for the wife to the beta, ripping out her heart before lifting the Luna off the ground.

But then again this was a wolf gathering so it wouldn't be surprising. "This is Claire" Jacobi said with a cold and hard glare on his face. There seemed to have been some form of communication going on, because Marcus immediately shifted his stance from playful to professional in a minute "I'm Marcus, Liliana's older brother" "And soon to be alpha of the moon hill pack" his father said, slapping him on the back. One of Jacobi's gaurds walked towards us and whispered something inaudible in his ear. "Excuse me" he said. His gaze lingered on me for a second and I smiled reassuringly at him. It was a gesture that said " go I'll be fine". He seemed to understand, and he walked out, with his gaurd

The edges crumbled under my fingers, and I unfolded it carefully, afraid it would turn to dust. The handwriting was Marcus's—sharp, precise, each letter pressed deep into the page, as if he had known the paper would be his only legacy. I read it aloud, my voice echoing in the silent chamber. "I, Marcus Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood pack, confess to the following crimes: I made a bargain with the Lycan king. I gave him the bloodline of Kaelen in exchange for power over the shadow. I bound the shadow to the hybrid child, Ravenna, knowing she would one day wake it and become its vessel. I built the prison beneath the mountain to hold the king's enemies and feed them to the darkness. I kille

I opened it, the screen’s glow harsh in the dark room. There were no news reports of the Moretti explosion. No mention of the Sovereign. The world was quiet—too quiet. I navigated to a hidden server, one Lucian had told me about in the Nursery. It was a backchannel for the Blackwood Elders. I entered the bypass code, my fingers trembling. The screen flickered, and a single video file appeared. I clicked play.

The chilling echo of Alexei Volkov's words completely froze the air in the Hall of Mirrors. The Siberian Black site. Lucian's massive, heavily corded chest expanded as he inhaled a sharp, freezing breath. The apocalyptic predator instantly recognized the name. It wasn't a standard syndicate safehouse. It was a terrifying, absolute myth.