Novel & Cerita Oblivion Blackwood

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.

Retribution was coming. The full extraction wrapped in under ten minutes of pure, controlled chaos. Non-lethal force had minimized unnecessary deaths, but several Blackwood guards lay tranqed or critically wounded on the floors above. The financial war continued raging outside the gates Blackwood stocks still in freefall, the media frenzy exploding as first reports of an “armed incident at the Blackwood estate” hit every wire service in the country.

The sound of a pack recognizing their Alpha. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him bask in their adoration. This was Lucian Blackwood. Not the hedonistic playboy who treated his office like a pleasure den. Not the arrogant heir who propositioned me while still inside another woman. This was the Alpha who had leaped through a window to defend his people. Who had fought on the front lines. Who had led his pack to victory against a coordinated attack. And standing there, watching him move through the crowd with blood on his skin and triumph in his eyes, I felt something shift inside me.

Another unloaded a clip at me; I dodged, pouncing to crush his skull under my paws, the crack echoing like gunfire. Finally, Hanlon stood alone, back against his SUV, megaphone discarded, a pistol shaking in his hand. Rain streamed down his face, mixing with blood from a gash on his brow. "You think this ends it, Blackwood?" he spat, voice cracking. "More will come. Your heir's a target forever—weak blood, tainted by your human mate."

Two wolves clashed in the heart of the ruin—one golden, one black, their teeth bared and eyes blazing. And then, she heard it. “Liora… a greater storm comes.” Her mother’s voice, soft yet laced with sorrow. “This time, even I may not save you.” Liora’s eyes snapped open as the fractured moon flared crimson. Far away, in the Blackwood Mountains, Darius growled to his followers: “Prepare yourselves. The time of balance is over. The era of shadows begins anew.” And in the Southern Plains, Solan smiled coldly.

Without warning, the lights in the room flickered, and the monitors blinked out one by one, replaced by a single image—a face. Blackwood. His cold, calculating eyes stared at them from the screen. “Well, well,” his voice came through the speakers, smooth and venomous. “I was wondering when you would show up.” “Blackwood,” Isabella said, her voice sharp. “We’re shutting you down. Lazarus ends here.” “You think you can stop me?” His laugh was low, dark. “You can’t even begin to understand what I’ve created. Lazarus is beyond your reach, Isabella. It’s already too late.”

Finally, I swung my blazing cobalt glare back in Talon's direction. "The mother of my heir remains out here in these blasted wilds...alone, unguarded, and subject to any fresh violation these beasts can muster from their mangy hides." I snapped my fangs inches from the rogue's cowering, bloodied face, eliciting a piteous whine of pure distress from the wretch. "But they soon shall learn that I, Gabriel Blackwood, will kill all insects in my way!" Just then I heard a howl and the sweet pheromones hit my nose.

The SUV spun wildly, rolling once before crashing into a ditch near the edge of the woods. Silence. Then, ringing. I was upside down, dangling from my seatbelt. The shock was profound, but the suppressant kept the fear away. "Stay secured!" Zev roared at me. He looked perfectly fine. He ripped the damaged door open. He looked out at the scene. "Ambush!" Zev shouted into the night. "Blackwood's protocols have been breached!" Shadows moved in the woods. They were too large to be human. They smelled of iron and raw, chaotic power.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

The world outside the valley was full of small, hungry silences. They didn't talk about it much, but they all knew. The victory in the Blackroot Ravine wasn't a final one. It was a skirmish. A warning. The great Oblivion was bound, but its echoes, its children, were now loose in the world. Like weeds sprouting in a newly cleared field.