Oblivion Blackwood Novels & Stories

"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.”

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”.

We needed answers. I turned to the desk beside me, reaching for parchment and a quill. A scribe. I needed a scribe. I stepped out of my chambers, calling for one of the castle scribes. Within moments, a young man arrived, carrying writing materials. “Write down everything I say,” I ordered, pacing the room. “The Blackwood Clan is ruled by Kai, Damien, Lucian, and Rowan Blackwood. That leaves six other ruling families—Korvus, Stormbringer, Drakon, Vandros, Bloodstone, and Darkfire. We suspect that the lycans who attacked me are from one of these clans.”

But while I stood paralyzed by fear and uncertainty, across the forest, another mind was at work—one that thrived on the chaos and despair that I feared. Draven Thorn stood on the edge of the Blackwood pack’s territory, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting a silvery glow over the landscape. He breathed in the cool night air, letting it fill his lungs as if drawing strength from the darkness itself. The forest around him was still, yet he could sense the energy coursing through it, a deep, ancient power that had always been his to command.

Hades replied with a chuckle. Spitfire made a soft noise, making it clear Hades was open to putting his paws to good use. Doll barely registered the appearance of the black sand as it snaked its way in and around the cluster of lusting bodies. With King gone, the power of the Black Devil's throne was searching for a new avatar and running amok. Doll's little tinge of guilt called to it like a moth to a flame.