Nina Blackwood Voice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A woman's voice cut through the damp morning air. It was a woman's voice, but it wasn't shrill. It was deep, booming, and terrified. "Fennigan James Blackwood!" The shout seemed to rattle the window panes. "You better be bleeding, or dead!" the voice bellowed. "Because if you are not, I am grounding you until you are fifty!" Fennigan winced. "That would be my mother." "She sounds...upset," Leela whispered.

I whispered, reaching for him in the blackness. "I'm here, Elena. Stay still." In the center of the room, a faint violet light began to pulse. It was Nyx. But she wasn't just glowing; she was breathing shadows. A swirling vortex of darkness began to rotate around her, faster and faster, until it looked like a small, controlled hurricane. "It wants to eat," Nyx’s voice sounded different—deeper, older. "It's hungry, Daddy." "Then feed it your will, not your fear!" Killian shouted into the void. "You are a Blackwood! You do not let the beast eat; you tell the beast when to starve!"

She nodded subtly toward the hidden panel. Nina’s face went pale. Her eyes flicked again toward the camera. Then she whispered, “Sometimes Mr. Blackwood… checks.” Elena’s stomach turned. Nina left quickly, closing the door behind her like she was sealing Elena back inside. Elena stood still, staring at the closed door, feeling the air thicken. Checks. Like she was an asset. Like she was a prisoner. Elena crossed to the breakfast tray. Perfect fruit. Perfect coffee. Toast cut neatly. Nothing tasted like comfort. Everything tasted like control.

I feel the beginnings of anger stir in my veins. Soon. Soon enough, she'll be begging for my touch. "Who are you?" She asks, voice quivering. I consider her question. She's so pure. So innocent. So beautiful. I do not want the dark part of me to touch her. Nothing is allowed to taint such ethereal beauty. Tonight I will be Luca. Blackstone, crime Lord and mob boss has been banished to the shadows. I tip her chin upwards with my finger, ignoring her protests.

“My plan is perfect!” “Then why are you so interested in Nyter?” asked Nina as she cut a vine to let her mother pass. It was already dusk and she had to reach her pack as soon as possible. The healers were trying to get Blake out of consciousness and she had to put his back to sleep. She couldn’t let him heal properly so Lyle was blamed on a permanent basis.

We need to do this correctly so that it will be worth the effort. The door opens, allowing my parents to walk in with Katarina. She walks over to me and sits on my lap. I hug her tight as the door opens again. Warriors step to the side, allowing two people to walk in. “Hello. Welcome to the BlackPaw Pack. I’m Beta Eddison, acting Alpha.” They walk over to us, a man and a woman. The man nods to us, but the woman’s eyes are focused on my mate. “Hello. I’m Elder Brighton Nash and this is Elder Nadia Viegarra. We are here to ta-” Elder Nadia pushes forward, causing Elder Brighton to stop mid-sentence. She walks closer to us and drops to her knee.

I stared, cold horror filling every vein. “No…no, she was there,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “She led me there.” Professor Nima looked at me over her half-moon glasses, her face tight with disappointment. “Zara Blackwood, fabricating stories will not lessen your punishment.” “I’m not lying—” “Enough.” I flinched at the sharpness in her voice. The professor closed the footage window and turned to the guard. “Inform Supervisor Kline she will begin her punishment tomorrow at dawn.”

Just a dull ache. But what hurt the most—what broke something inside me—was seeing Nina. One of our brightest mentees. The one with the mismatched socks and sunbeam smile. She had posted a video that morning—eyes clear, voice unwavering. > “Layla Blackwood changed my life. She made me believe I could be more than a sad statistic. She saw my designs when no one else did. And no, I didn’t come from money. Or filters. Just heart. Please don’t erase the good this program has done because of lies.”