Lord Blackwood Scp Mga Nobela at Kwento

I watched as the metal warped, the vows of eternal love melting into meaningless slag. Ash. The next day, I arrived at the Sterling Covenant office right on time. We had only just opened, but we'd already had inquiries from a few smaller packs. "Morning, Hazel," Lydia greeted me excitedly. "Guess what? We've got a big fish on the line!" "What kind of big fish?" I asked, setting down my briefcase and taking the coffee she offered. "The Blackwood family," Lydia whispered, her eyes wide with something close to reverence. "One of the founding families of New Moon City. Their patriarch, Rhys Blackwood… they call him the Lion of New Moon City. One of the last true Arch-Alphas. A living legend."

Bram picked up his jacket and put it on as he strode out of his office. He then rushed toward the hub while nobody was looking, with Adrian and Vivian following closely behind. “I may know where the entrance to Scorpio Hub is but we’re going to need a Luposian’s ID card to get inside, sir. I’ll take you two there to have a look. We’ll think of something when we get there.” Soon, Bram brought Adrian and Vivian to the deepest parts of the hub. Inside were countless shipments containing items of all varieties. He pulled open one of the racks and lo and behold, there was indeed a door disguised as a wall.

"Please, have a seat, Scarlett. Or I can arrange for you to be restrained. The choice is yours." My heart raced, but I was determined not to reveal the fear that threatened to surface. I stepped forward, my feet heavy against the stone, and defiantly sank into the chair. The guards acted swiftly, fastening shackles around my wrists and ankles. I remained unflinching. The cold metal pressed against my skin, but I refused to show any sign of discomfort. “Now,” Blackwood said, his tone laced with insincere sweetness. “Let’s get to the point. Are you a werewolf?”

Red lunar eclipses have always been a cursed night in supernatural literature. On this night, all the wolves' animal instincts reach their peak becoming wilder, but at the same time, more vulnerable to the interference of black human magic. At Olympus Tower, Vanguard Group's secondary command center, security was increased fivefold. The lenses of laser-armed snipers combed the sky covered in thick black clouds. The cold night air felt unnatural, as if there were millions of ghosts wandering around breathing the streets of Metropolis.

"I have already localized the extraction coordinate. I know exactly where the vanguard teams are routing her custody." Every eye in the vault snapped directly to him. "Identify the coordinate," Lorenzo commanded. "The Council maintains a highly restricted private estate just past the northern mountain line, outside Raven's Peak," Alexander revealed, his eyes darkening. "In the original blueprints, it is classified as Blackwood Manor." Gabriel Wolfe’s face instantly drained of expression, his gloved fingers tightening around the silver head of his ebony cane until the metal groaned. "So the bastards chose to reactivate Blackwood."

Celeste turned slightly, her expression shifting into perfectly measured concern. “For years, Alpha Draven Blackwood has concealed a curse that turns him into a bloodthirsty beast on the night of every full moon.” Murmurs spread instantly. She lifted a hand dramatically. “I have provided visual evidence, witness records, security reports, and testimony from former estate staff confirming that on full moon nights, Blackwood estate enters complete lockdown under false pretenses.” Her voice sharpened. “Why?” She turned fully toward the council. “Because their Alpha becomes a danger to everyone around him.”

Liam was shaking his head. He was coming closer, like he really wanted to touch my arm to make sure I was not a ghost. "Don't, " Damon said.He did not raise his voice. He had no snarl. He merely pronounced the word. Liam's hand was motionless halfway. He glanced at Damon for the first time. His face turned pale. "Alpha Blackwood!" Liam shouted in surprise, with a sudden fear of a subordinate wolf replacing his overconfidence. "I... I wasn't aware." "Without a doubt, " Damon remarked.

' He could see that my self-control was slipping, and he still pushed the wrong buttons. 'Alpha Kaiden.' Midnight was so close that I knew I was in grave danger of going rogue, my vision became tunnelled, and the edges of my sight turned red. 'What?' I snarled my fangs elongating and my claws pushing through when he said. 'If she is a Vampyre that she belongs to me.'

I finished. ​The Silver-Bullet Order. The human extremist group that hunted Lycans for sport. If they had tracked me to Blackwood Global, it meant they weren't just hunting wolves anymore. They were hunting the woman who threatened to bridge the gap between the two worlds. ​My phone buzzed. An unknown number. ​I answered it, my hand trembling. "Who is this?"

"I've never been allowed to know what's in my father's trust. Enzo always kept me away from anything involving my inheritance." Leo's jaw tightened at the mention of my brother. "Not surprising. Your brother has been manipulating you since your father passed." His fingers squeezed my thigh reassuringly. "But that ends today." The law offices occupied the top floor of a sleek high-rise, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city. Mr. Blackwood himself—a distinguished older werewolf with silver-streaked hair and kind eyes—greeted us personally in the reception area. "Miss Howlthorne," he said warmly, before his nostrils flared slightly as he caught our combined scent.