Novel & Cerita Oblivion Blackwood

He pushed past the blinding panic, stripping away the scent of mud, blood, and ozone, aggressively hunting for that faint, familiar scent to trace it back to its absolute, undeniable source. The morning sun was just beginning to bleed over the jagged peaks of the Blackwood mountains, casting long, pale shadows across the estate. Gamma Toby and the elite stealth team marched heavily out of the eastern tree line. They were completely covered in ash, dirt, and the dark, sickening soot of the subterranean fire they had just set. They had spent the entire night systematically eradicating Damon's walking abominations and burning the cavern down to the bedrock until nothing but embers remained. The

The aroma made the blood in every vein boil and his soul wept with longing. "Alpha Julian..." The whispers of admiration exploded like ocean waves. From the top of the marble stairs, descended a figure of a man who seemed to have been sculpted by the hand of a war god. Julian Blackwood. At only twenty-three years old, he has become the CEO of The Blackwood Empire as well as a deadly Alpha whose cruelty is unmatched in both the business and supernatural worlds. His face was like a Greek god carved from ice, cold and emotionless, with gray eyes as sharp as the blade of a beheading axe.

Music that pulsed through the walls like a heartbeat. People dressed like they owned the world. And maybe they did. They were having fun, if not too much fun. “Welcome,” Avery said beside me, “to the real Blackthorn.” I barely heard her. I was too busy taking everything in. The luxury. The danger. The way everyone moved like they belonged here. Like this was their world. And I... I wasn’t supposed to be part of it. And yet… I was. We moved deeper into the crowd.

It was about a father’s delusion, a predator’s regret, and the blood that was about to be spilled on a mountain he couldn't even see. ​Arthur Blackwood sat in the dark, a king of nothing, waiting for the first report from the Jackals. He was a man ready to die to "save" the daughter he had already destroyed.

Olivia stepped further inside, breathing in the familiar scent of old books and polished wood. She moved along the rows of shelves, her fingers lightly trailing over the spines of various volumes until she found what she was looking for—a large, worn book bound in leather, its cover bearing the emblem of the Blackwood family. The title read, The Lineage of the Blackwood Alphas. With a deep breath, she carefully pulled the book from the shelf and carried it to a nearby table. Settling into a chair, she opened it gently, the pages brittle with age.

She looked around and saw no one. Instead she came face to face to the street view. She held onto the bannister and lazily leaned on them as she gazed at the dark silhouettes in the night. Their apartment building is located in a secluded part of their town and on the far front is the Alterax woods. The trees lined up in front with some infested with fireflies making them look shimmering.

Yet, a part of me remained vigilant, aware that our victory was but a temporary reprieve in a long and ongoing war. That night, as I settled into bed, a familiar sensation washed over me. My vision blurred, and I found myself in a dreamscape, one that felt both ancient and powerful. The surroundings shifted, and I stood before an immense, shadowy figure that exuded a malevolent aura. "Emily Blackwood," the figure intoned, its voice echoing in my mind. "You have faced many trials, but your journey is far from over. A greater threat looms on the horizon, one that will test your leadership and the strength of Silverwood Falls."

Oliver muttered. Lyra’s chest tightened painfully. “They’re going to find me…” “No,” Oliver said, sharper now. She looked at him, startled. “Not if we find them first.” ⸻ Outside, the forest had come alive. Wolves moved like shadows between the trees—swift, silent, lethal. At the center of it all stood Alpha Damon Blackwood. Still. Unmoving. Watching. The scent lingered in the air now. Unfamiliar. Hostile. Deliberate.

She was always the useful pawn I manipulated from the shadows. And now the whole game was teetering on the edge of collapse. I can’t get caught, especially not now. Dominic Blackwood. The very name made my jaw tighten. The man was dangerous. Ruthless. Respected by the entire valley and its Alphas—not just because of his strength, but because of his damned sense of honor and loyalty. He would come for his mate. He would not stop. I had seen it in his eyes during the last council meeting, when he barely contained his fury.