Novel & Cerita Lord Blackwood Scp

"Source: The Sovereign Citadel, Earth. Originator: Lord Valerius. He flagged this as 'Code Blackwood'." Caleb groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillows. "I am going to stake him. I am going to find a wooden chair, break off a leg, and stake that ancient leech myself." "Code Blackwood," Scarlett noted, her cosmic eyes sharpening slightly. It was the emergency protocol they had established before leaving—only to be used if the Pack was in imminent, existential danger. She sat up, wrapping the dark silk sheet around her chest. "Put it through, System."

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.

He ordered. She obeyed, muttering the incantation. The trapped soul turned blue, then coiled into the form of a mosquito. “Release it.” Lupus Tenebris ordered. “It will multiple and infect every wolf in Deathclaw. The venom will stir cowardice in their hearts. None will dare volunteer to drink the water. That will buy us time.” Smiling wickedly, Judy opened the bottle and the mosquito flew out dividing as it flew out of White Hollow. By the time it reached Wolf Kingdom, it was a swarm of thousands. They slipped unseen into homes.

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.

"Ever heard of the Black Scorpions?" I drew my breath when I heard him mention the Black Scorpions. I knew about them from Hale and he had told me severally that The New Order was terrified of the Black Scorpions. There was a time I wished I could become a member of the Black Scorpions so I could break free from Hale's prison but I was too afraid to pursue that thought.