Novel & Cerita Oblivion Blackwood

a soft growl tries to stir from within his chest as he swallows it back down, reigning in the beast trying to stir within him. “But they only came here because of her,” Blackwood glares upwards through narrowed eyes, his fists clenched ahead of him, “-we all know that. They demanded her the last time they ploughed through our City, and what did we do? We refused them. This is likely the cost we had to pay for not obeying their request when we had the chance,” his hate-filled attention fixates on me, “-tell me, girl. Is your life truly worth the countless ones that were lost last night?” he spits, “Does your existence justify the innocent blood that was spilt?”

The ancient Blackwood Hall stood deep in the old-growth forest, a massive stone structure carved into the cliffs overlooking the Sound. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows over the gathered Alphas. The air was thick with power — dominant scents clashing like thunder, the metallic tang of barely-contained violence heavy on every breath.

Lord Vance swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing frantically. His posture stuttered for a second before he scrambled to unroll his thick, leather-bound ledger documents across the wood. "A… Alpha Blackwood," Vance stammered, his terrified eyes darting to the sprawling tactical maps on my wall before he finally found his footing. "My pack... the Obsidian Ridge... we control the deepest underground salt and sulfur mines in the eastern basin. We can provide the Vanguard with a continuous, tax-free supply of pure sulfur to fuel your blacksmithing forges and your tactical explosive weapon production. Furthermore, we boast a highly specialized unit of subterranean trackers—wolves who are comple

Far beyond the prison, wolves began howling across the mountains, ancient seals shattered beneath forgotten kingdoms, and the sky above Dark Hollow turned silver even though we were deep beneath the earth. Then Damian suddenly dropped to one knee. I rushed toward him, but he looked up at me with golden eyes that had turned completely silver. A voice came from his mouth. Not Damian's voice. The voice of the first Blackwood Alpha. “The final bloodline has awakened.” Then Damian looked directly at me and whispered something that made my blood run cold. “Selena, your enemy is already inside Dark Hollow.”

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

he growled, his voice resonating with a sense of menace. As they pressed on, Ana could feel the Blackwood pulsing around them, its energy seemingly heightened by the intensity of the battle they had just witnessed. She glanced over at her son, who walked beside her, his expression a mix of fear and determination. "We have to keep going," she said, her voice firm. "The Blackwood needs us." Her son nodded, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. Suddenly, a shimmering portal opened before them, and Ana felt a surge of recognition as Fenrir stepped through, the ancient guardian of the Blackwood's features twisted and corrupted by Damian's dark influence.

“Go back home. Now. There’s something else in the forest today besides me, and it’s not friendly.” Helena looked at the devastated clearing, at the broken bones, and at the man who seemed to be the center of all that hidden power. She realized that the strange coincidences and inexplicable events were not isolated incidents, but pieces of a supernatural puzzle being assembled around her. Dante Blackwood was the key to everything, the living trace of something ancient and fierce that claimed Blackwater as its own.

Lyla twisted the wound, her silver eyes burning. "This is my home now." She ripped her claws free. Ruvan staggered back. The battlefield stilled. The Elders stared. The wolves watched. And Lyla Blackwood The last Forsaken. The first of something new. Had just broken Silverwood’s oldest power. And nothing would ever be the same again. Ruvan staggered. The Elders had never bled before. Never been touched. Never been challenged. But now, his silver blood dripped onto the earth, staining the very ground that had once belonged to him.

Even when possessed, even when torn apart, his soul protected us. Still, he refused. He dropped to one knee, pledging loyalty as he always had. That man… I owed him more than I could ever repay. We destroyed the Blackboxes that same day. Together. Burned them all. That chapter, closed. I gave the other Dons the right to choose their own future. A new leader. I didn’t care who got the position. The name Blackwood came with so much darkness. It dripped of pain, of war, of centuries of bloodshed and greed.

The red glow reflected in their eyes—familiar, dangerous, and horrifyingly personal. No… it can’t be. “Surprised to see me?” The voice was smooth, melodic, and cruelly familiar. Lila’s chest tightened. Recognition slammed into her. The figure pulled back the hood—and her mind shattered for a second. It was Evelyn Blackwood. Her childhood friend, mentor in secret schemes, and someone Lila had thought long dead. Evelyn’s eyes held the same cunning brilliance she had as a teenager—but now sharpened by years of survival and manipulation. Her lips curved in a smirk that chilled Lila to the bone.