Novel & Cerita Lord Blackwood Scp

Luke walked away toward the hall that led to the offices. Blake pulled out his phone. He put it to his ear and then said, “Adalwolf, we’ve had an incident at our pack. I wanted to see if you’ve had any news on your end. One of our juniors has been kidnapped by the Bois Sombre Pack” . . . “Why didn’t you tell me about that incident in your pack?!” . . . “I’m going to call our other allies and let them know. That fucking Alpha Édouard is completely unhinged”

I felt the itch on my body but I didn’t experience shifting during the blood moon. I finally found Alarick, who was still drinking his beer. “Alarick.” I tapped his shoulders as he is now immersed in the moon’s energy. “What is it?” I saw his eyes turn from bloody red to silver. He is absorbing the power of the moon. “Y-you need to see this.” I led the way and started running back to the cell. When both of us entered the dungeon, I immediately opened the door and was confused by what I saw. “Is that?”

The room was silent, the weight of her words settling over all of us. “The Darklord orchestrated this perfectly,” Victoria murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “He planned to be locked inside a prison so impenetrable that no werewolf would ever escape alive. And once Mr. Redwood’s body gives out… he’ll simply move on to another host.” A heavy silence settled over the room. The weight of her words pressed down on all of us like a storm cloud, thick with impending doom.

Lilith’s POV The next morning, Magnus summoned me to his study. He didn’t smile. He just gestured for me to sit, then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk like a man about to make a deal with the devil. “There’s a pack,” he began, with his dangerously low voice. “Blackwood.” I nodded, recognising the name instantly. Blackwood was a respected and powerful pack. I had tried going there to see if they'd take me in, but other rogues told me they were unapproachable.

Then a wave of red light exploded and swept across the square. Below there was panic as everyone wondered where the Heartstone could be. “We need to get call off the ceremony and everyone get back to their homes.” Donton said. “What is that?” Someone asked pointing to the sky. Everyone looked. From the top of the temple a glowing red light was filling the sky. From it, streaks of light started raining down on the zombies. Roydo felt it pass through him like cold wind. “What’s happening?” Tok cried. “Lupus Tenebris has made the stone his. He is controlling the souls of the zombies.” Donton said frantically.

He reciprocate with the same gesture, bitting down on her shoulder. Biting into Ludovic's shoulder, I saw a vision of a bunker deep in the heart of a think forest. It was dark, the air reeked with stale blood and chemicals. Inside the bunker, the worst abominations happened. Laura was making werewolves out of humans through dark magic and science. I pushed back with a start. My irises had changed color. With the expression on Ludovic's face, it was deducible that he saw what I saw. "We have to hurry," he said, jumping into his pants and shirt, "I know where it is."

"Oh my goodness, I think I know who the bad omen is." "The bad omen is probably Uncle Toni, he is even more powerful than Lynx's father was. He's known as the dark one. I don't trust him," Zoey said. "My trusted maid in Blackwood pack called me this afternoon and told me he is back in the Blackwood pack," she continued. The room was silent as Alexander and Vanessa tried to process what they had just heard. "That's… a lot to take in," Vanessa uttered finally.

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.

Mostly surveillance machinery. “Why didn’t you tell me about this place?” “If I told everyone about a secret basement would it remain a hidden basement?” Tara smirked. “I’ll give you what you need from here. Check your phone. I just sent you a picture of the lady you’ll be searching for. Her name is Lupa Blackwood. She is 5’4 and she loves collecting architecture. Try not to piss her off so that she’ll agree to help us. She doesn’t care about humans anymore than you do. Just like all werewolves she loves coming out at night. So the perfect time to track her is at night. Here’s a bracelet she gave me some decades ago. The scent of her on it is faint but if anyone could track a scent that fain

“Bring her home if possible. At minimum, warn her about the human expeditions.” “The Blackwood Forest is suicide,” Lyra warned. “Perpetual darkness under the canopy. Predators that hunt in packs. Terrain that has killed experienced trackers. And that is without a potentially hostile Lunar Wolf who has spent decades killing intruders.” “I know. Which is why I am not ordering anyone to come. This is volunteer only.” I looked around the room. “I am going because another Lunar Wolf, corrupted or not, deserves a chance. Anyone else is welcome to join, but I will understand if you choose not to.”