Novel & Cerita Oblivion Blackwood

But instead, it settled in my bones like something inevitable — something I’d been waiting for, even if I hadn’t realized it until now. I rolled onto my side, the sheets tangled around my legs, the scent of him still clinging to my skin. I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my jaw, the rasp of his voice in my ear, and it made my heart ache in a way that felt both thrilling and terrifying. Because he wasn’t wrong. This wasn’t going to be easy. Dominic Blackwood was a storm. A man built of stone and fury, forged by heartbreak and betrayal. And I was willingly stepping into the eye of it.

If Lucas Blackwood wanted to see what hunted in the dark, I’d give him a front-row seat. I poured a drink, the glass shattering in my grip before it reached my lips, the whiskey pooling at my feet like spilled blood. I didn’t even look at it. I stared out into the night, eyes burning with the promise I’d make him regret every breath that brought him near her. He thought he knew predators. He thought he was one. But I was older than his bloodline. Older than his forests. Older than the moon his kind worshipped. And I was done pretending.

In just one night, one night of wanting to let it all go—I was betrayed, heartbroken, almost killed and now finding out about a group of hunters. “I know it’s a lot to process.” My savior murmured, almost like he could read my mind, “Trust me I felt the same when I almost died in the hands of an Alpha.” My eyes widened, “An Alpha. Do you mean— “A Blackwood, yes.” He nodded, “The Blackwood family is notorious for producing the most evil and tyrannical Alpha’s in all history. My father was killed by one. I, too, was almost killed by one. Those bastards have been terrorizing the town for years.”

“I have reason to believe that that Gamma is still alive. And there’s a chance he’s the one leading this new organized rogue faction.” Mason swore again. “That Gamma’s name is Pierce.” “…oh no,” muttered Mason. “What is it?” I asked. “She mentioned a wolf there. Said his name was Pierce. From Blackwood.” I closed my eyes. “Mason,” I said quietly. “Blackwood was disbanded years ago.” Another silence. This one hung heavy. And then he whispered, “Shit.” I turned back to the table, staring at the manifest like it might change. “Do you know anyone nearby? Someone we could call?”

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 crossed the room in two strides, his hands cradling my face, thumbs brushing away the tension in my jaw. “We need to disappear for a few hours,” he said softly. “There’s something you need to see.” The Blackwood Ruins By dawn, I stood before the crumbled gates of Blackwood, the abandoned fortress half-swallowed by vines and mist. “This place…” I breathed, shivering despite the cloak. Xavier placed a steadying hand on my lower back. “It was once a home to a warrior clan — fierce, loyal, bound by no court. We’ll make it that again.”

But secrets were exactly what they needed. After Draven Thorne's chilling message, Damien’s focus had shifted. Protecting Sofia from this external threat was paramount, but he couldn’t fight blindly. They needed to understand the Blackwood curse, its true nature, and its connection to The Hollow Order and this terrifying figure, Thorne. Kieran’s frantic research had unearthed fragmented mentions of Elias Blackwood, a figure shrouded in mystery at the very genesis of the curse, and the possibility of contacting ancestral spirits bound to powerful bloodlines. “Are you sure about this, Kieran?” Damien asked, his voice low, echoing slightly in the confined space. The crypts had always felt… watc

Marcus and Spencer stood at the forefront, their expressions betraying their confidence. I took a deep breath, feeling the power surge through me, ready to speak the truth they had tried so hard to conceal. “The Blackwood clan has a secret desire. A desire to corrupt all realms, to make them bend to their will. You stand at the brink of destruction, facing a choice that could save you.” The murmur of disbelief rippled through the crowd. I could see Marcus’s eyes narrow, assessing the situation, realizing he could not ignore what I was saying. “You think you can sway us with empty threats? The Blackwood family will not yield to your whims.”

"We will clean this up before the sirens reach the street. But you need to know... the Blackwood remnants are desperate. They are hunting in the dark now." Evelyn walked over to the window, looking out past the shattered glass toward the roaring Atlantic. The cold wind rushed into the bakery, lifting her hair from her face. She felt the heavy weight of the wolf world trying to drag her back into the mud, trying to turn her child into a prize for their endless, bloody games. She turned back to Mark, her blue eyes reflecting the cold, grey light of the sea.

The hauler’s engine groaned, its massive gears grinding to a sickening, abrupt halt as its safety overrides forced the brakes to lock. Before the dust could even settle, the Blackwood warriors swarmed the perimeter with flawless, terrifying coordination. They descended from the cliffs on silent guide lines, dropping onto the tops of the cargo containers like predatory birds. Handheld plasma torches flared to life, casting harsh, flickering orange light against the stone walls as they began breaching the security locks. "Beautiful," Liam whispered, his hand shifting on the railing, his knuckles brushing against hers. The heat radiating from his skin was intense, a stark contrast to the freezi