Oblivion Blackwood Novels & Stories

"I brought gifts, Dexter. Several crates of the finest silver weapons from the Blackwood forges are in the courtyard." "I know that's not why you're here," Dexter cut him off. "You wouldn't travel two days just to deliver scrap metal. Talk." Silas exhaled, his playful smirk fading into a grim shadow. He leaned back and stared at the high ceiling. "Blackwood is under attack by vampires, Dexter. Not just some feral rogues—organized troops from the Eastern Wing Clan. They burned our granaries and slaughtered two border villages in a single night." Dexter went rigid. Vampires rarely dared an open assault on a pack as strong as Blackwood unless they had massive numbers or an ambitious new leader.

The bright, red light rolls through the floor numbers at what feels like a snail's pace. “Obsession?” he snorted. “The only thing that I’ve ever been obsessed with is money. The word you’re looking for is curiosity. You see, Azure Blackwood is an enigma. I’ve heard plenty about him, and nothing at all. I’ve tried to dig into his past, hell, even the past of Finnick Gray, but it’s almost as if neither of them existed to the world before Blackwood Industries shot to the top. He refuses investors, turns down contracts that could make him millions, and yet,” he steps forward again, and my breath hitches. “He seems to have always been smitten with you.”

“Not this time.” Before he could counter, a sharp whistle sliced through the night. Figures began to emerge from the trees—dozens of them, dressed in black, weapons reflecting the firelight. Their leader stepped forward, imposing and unnaturally calm. Thorne Victor. A chill ran through me. The hunters were here. Kaïden’s lips curled in a grin that was part snarl. “Looks like the rats finally showed their faces.” Thorne’s voice reached us easily, smooth and icy. “We’ve always been here, King Blackwood. You just chose not to see.” His eyes flicked to me, and a sinister smile appeared. “And there’s our little omega. Just as the prophecy foretold.”

"Even in training, we felt you break. We felt your heart shatter with the weight of what you might have to sacrifice." Alexander stepped forward, his temporal flames dancing between his fingers like living entities. "We're not done yet, Mama. This story doesn't end with you disappearing into forgotten possibilities." And so it truly began. I stood in the central sanctum of the Hollowshade fortress, staring at a rippling rift that had torn itself into existence in the air before me. The dimensional breach pulsed with energies, showing glimpses of realities that should not exist, timelines that had twisted into impossible configurations. The lead Custodian, their face hidden within robes, step

“You’ve been under my watch for months, locked away from the world. So tell me, Isla, what’s got you pleading for a pack you’ve never even met?” Liam shifted uncomfortably, his hand still near his knife, “Alpha, maybe we should—” “Quiet,” I snapped, not breaking eye contact with Isla. The Blackwoods were a myth to most, a pack of mystics, descended from the old bloodlines that once united the packs. They lost their authority due to fear, but they are still not one to be meddled with. If Isla was one of them, if she was the lost heir whispered about in rumors, then she wasn’t just my secretary.

This wasn’t just a fight for Clara’s safety. This was a fight for my soul. “Keep moving,” Lucien said, his voice cold. “We’ve got one shot at this.” We descended deeper, past rooms I didn’t want to see. Past doors that held nightmares I had been running from. It was like walking through a tomb—familiar and suffocating. Then we reached it. The center of the facility. The heart of the Blackwood legacy. And standing there, in the coldest part of the room, was Eryx Blackwood himself.

“Then we do what we must.” Maxwell glanced at me. “You ready for this?” I wasn’t sure anyone could be ready for what we were about to do. But there was no time for hesitation. I squared my shoulders. “Let’s go.” --- The Blackwood estate loomed ahead, its towering gates shut tight. The once-grand mansion had fallen into disrepair after the war, its windows dark, its gardens overgrown. But beneath it lay the vault—one of the most heavily guarded places in the supernatural world.

I would fight—not just for my own survival, but for everyone I loved. With renewed determination, we ventured into the depths of our ancestral lands, a place shrouded in mystery and legend. The Blackwood Forest, dense and ancient, loomed before us. It was said to hold the secrets of our cursed bloodline—and it would confront us with the truths we had avoided for generations. As we moved deeper, the air thickened with a strange energy, crackling like electricity. Shadows twisted and danced between the towering trees, whispering secrets that made my skin crawl. Something unseen seemed to guide our steps, pulling us inexorably toward the heart of the forest.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Vivienne had been awake most of the night. "Here's what I have," she said, turning her laptop toward the group. "Blackwood's renamed location matches an abandoned forestry station about four hours north. Satellite imagery shows no recorded activity in decades." She paused. "But thermal scans from the last two weeks show heat signatures. Recent ones." "Edmund," Gabriel said immediately. "Maybe," Vivienne allowed. "Or whoever he answers to." Alexander was already on his feet. "Then we go now." "We go prepared," Isaac corrected, quiet but firm. "Blackwood survived thirty years by being forgotten. I'd rather not assume it's stayed empty just because the maps say so."