Novel & Cerita Lord Blackwood Scp

He stood in what appeared to be a council chamber with the photos on screens behind him, looking grave and disappointed as he explained how Dante Blackwood had concealed his hybrid experiments while publicly condemning Viktor's. "We have irrefutable evidence that Alpha Blackwood has been creating illegal hybrids on his territory," Thomas said with decades of council leadership strength. "Three bodies and medical equipment matching Viktor Kozlov's specifications were found in a hidden laboratory beneath his estate. This violates council law and endangers all community packs." Elena watched the broadcast from her recovery bed and wanted to throw something at the screen because Thomas's perform

A cold lethal smile touched his lips, a smile that promised war and a bloody end to anyone who stood in their way. "Then let's go build an empire," Liam said. The transition from the ruined balcony to the war room was a descent into a different kind of battlefield. The tactical chamber of Blackwood Keep was a cavernous vault buried deep within the mountain's root, flanked by massive pillars of basalt that had supported the fortress for three centuries. At the center of the room lay the grand holotable, a massive piece of ironmongery that combined ancient stone craftsmanship with retrofitted technology.

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

"I estimate about twenty or so. Mostly new wolves, but there are a few older ones in the group, as well. Amber tried to get Lycaon to recruit the pack she was in initially, but he had them destroyed." Sekhmet gave a pained look to the room's other occupants before admitting, "I've been a spy for the committee for a long time. We've been watching the situation between Lilith and Lycaon with growing suspicion. That's how I knew what happened in Lycaon's chambers. Anyway, they gave Empusa and I a little magic to hide our scent. I was able to get quite close on my way here," he explained. William gave him a look of surprise, then nodded absently. "Which is why I couldn't smell you," he concluded

"So, Beta Aaron believes that the powder was left by the missing werewolves and wants us to assist in the investigation, right?" "Yes, Dr. Helena." Dr. Helena quickly put on her white coat, then walked to the center of the workspace and clapped her hands. "Listen carefully, girls. We now have your first business trip since joining. Stop your current work and head to the Darkwood immediately." "Where is the Darkwood?" Sophie asked nervously. "The Darkwood is at the border of the Blue River Pack, where it meets the Black Moon Pack." "Isn't the Black Moon Pack already extinct?"

"The Blackwood Project was never about wolves. It was about making a body to hold the Void.. Your little boy? He is the body." The Shadows closed in on Leo. The library doors shut behind them. They were locked in with the ghost of a King and a truth that was scarier than the darkness outside.

a shaky voice spoke up from the back of the room. I turned my head. A very old, frail archivist stepped forward, trembling slightly under my intense gaze. "The Blackwood line has existed for centuries, my King," the old man stammered, clutching a stack of notes to his chest. "Long before the Eastern Kingdom outlawed blood magic, your ancestors fought against it. There are rumors of an ancient text. A grimoire written by the first Northern healers. It contains a specific, highly concentrated ritual designed to sever a parasitic tether by suppressing the host's magic instantly, without harming the victim."

I declared, my voice menacing. “We got a lead on the leader already?” Layla asked, her face etched with anticipation. “Julian Blackwood,” I said, my mind calculating. “Turns out he isn't ordinary. has the backup of dangerous moguls.” Layla's eyes widened. “That jerk” I nodded. “Same one. He's been hiding in plain sight.” Larry's voice came through the phone. “Boss, I've tracked Blackwood's location. He said he wants to have a meeting with you.”

"Stacy, I was weak. I was unable to intervene to keep you both safe. Furthermore, I worry that it might be too late to fix what has been damaged. A harsh, urgent tone reverberated off the study walls when a phone rang, breaking the silence before Stacy could reply. Gregor grabbed his own phone and scowled. A notification with the statement, "The clock is ticking," appeared on the screen. Come to the old warehouse with me. midnight. As he read it, his eyes grew wide, and he turned to face Stacy with a look of desperation. "This threat is serious. It appears like Sebastian Blackwood is plotting something... terrible, and his men have been mobilised.

“What happened?” Xavier immediately raised his weapon. “Everyone stay still.” A voice echoed through the basement. “Lucas Morgan.” Lucas looked into the darkness. “Show yourself.” The voice laughed. “You've come so far.” “Who are you?” “You want your brother.” “Yes.” “Then come alone.” Lucas stepped forward. “Where?” “Blackwood Facility.” Lucas's eyes narrowed. “How do you know I'm going there?” “Because I wanted you to find the file.”