Novel & Cerita Oblivion Blackwood

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.

"What price? I have already given up my home, my name, and my peace. What else do the gods want?" "The gods want nothing," Fenris said, stepping closer. "The Void, however, requires balance. Silas Blackwood is a creature of the Moon’s order. To survive in this realm, he must be 'Unwoven.' He must surrender his Alpha-rank, his lineage, and his claim to the Blackwood throne. He must become a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of this realm." "And if he doesn't?" "Then the silver-toxin will continue to eat his soul until there is nothing left but a husk," Fenris said. "He will be a body with no wolf, a father with no heart."

He looked unconvinced, like he was calculating the risks of revealing too much. Eliana held her composure, keeping her legs crossed neatly and her hands folded carefully in her lap. She tried to look respectful, calm, and as relaxed as possible, anything that might push him into continuing. Finally, Blackwood leaned forward, almost like she shrugged inside him. “There’s a greater evil growing,” he said. “One no one in the Pack can see coming, and when it finally does come, it will wipe away everyone and everything. It will take them all by surprise.”

East of the Shadowy Mountains, just south of the border between the Kingdom of Lothal and the Kaleth Empire was 'Howling Hills'. To the East the Howling Hills and to the Southwest of the Empire, was 'The Black water lake', to the East of that lake was another country, but Gregar did not remember its name. South of the Howling Hills was the imposing Darkness Forest, which was inhabited by Wood Elves, it was speculated that said forest was the territory of the Kingdom of the Wood Elves, but no nation currently had diplomatic relations; not only that, the Republic itself is at war with the Wood Elves.

I almost puked knowing what they did. My fangs slid down before I even realized it, my mouth filling with the bitter taste of disgust. Marcus Blackwood. The High Chamber’s sharpest blade. ********* Three centuries of discipline, blood, and war—and he was down there in the mud with that half-breed mistake like some lovesick animal. They were loud,careless too. The kind of loud that comes when two people forget the world exists. I dug my nails into the trunk of the pine tree beside me until the bark cracked beneath my fingers and sap bled down the wood.

His screams echoed for a heartbeat before they were choked off. His eyes wide. His throat torn like the feral stab of a cursed blade. My breath was ragged. My vision blurred red as Zorry howled. Howling in a manner she had never howled. “What is happening?” I asked Zorry, a flick of confusion creeping in. And then… silence. I staggered back, shaking, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. Jackson Blackwood lay broken and still, his body twisted, his chest caved in. The cousin of Alpha Volvo Blackwood is dead. And not just an ordinary death, but the death in the hands of an omega. In the hands of dirt.

CHAPTER 133 Author's POV Evelyn stood on a rise, her silhouette sharp against the bruised pre-dawn sky, her gaze fixed on the unfolding carnage below. The Bloodwood warriors, once proud and disciplined, now shattered into desperate fragments, were being systematically torn apart by the very packmates they’d once called brothers, twisted and enslaved by Evelyn’s dark magic.

“And there is certainly none for those who cross me. You will learn that soon, Lucuan. And trust me, Blackwell… you’ll regret ever thinking you could protect your world from me.” He poured another glass of whiskey, savoring the smooth burn in his throat.. His mind was already three steps ahead, anticipating moves, planting seeds of chaos, watching the threads of power twist exactly where he wanted. Liam Blackwood didn’t play fair. He didn’t have allies, he had pawns. And Lucian Blackwell? He was about to find out what it meant to be hunted by someone who was untouchable, untamed, and unrelenting. The city twinkled below, but in Liam’s light blue eyes, it was already aflame with strategy, dan

, I said to them, keeping my voice low enough to cause them to shiver in fear. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Luke roll his eyes at my antics and I smirked inwardly. In my head, Rage threw me a bored glance before turning away. He had been calm of late, and I was grateful for it. It meant no one would be hurt if they didn’t deserve it. One of the scouts, a brown haired werewolf named Ted stepped forward. “We have news from Blackmoon pack, Alpha”, he said and at my nod to continue, went on. “It seems the Alpha of Blackmoon pack has found out that we are the ones who abducted his mate”.