Novel & Cerita Oblivion Blackwood

Watching. Waiting. Hungry. Dominic pulled me against his side, his body a wall of heat and fury, weapon raised. “Don’t move. Don’t breathe. We’re not alone.” A voice whispered from the darkness, close enough that I felt the breath of it on my neck. “Welcome to the Blackwood experiment, little wolf. Welcome to where it all began. And where it will end.” And somewhere beneath our feet—deep, deep in the earth, in rooms that had never been decommissioned—

"Nothing ever truly dies. Remember that, young Luna. Seeds planted in darkness take years to bloom. I may be gone, but my work continues." "Then we'll root it out. Every last piece of it." She smiled. "We'll see." Then she closed her eyes. And Helena Blackwood, last of the Blackwood line, died. The battle was over. The corrupted wolves scattered, the compulsion finally broken permanently. My pack had survived. But as I stood over Helena's body, her final words echoed in my mind. Seeds planted in darkness take years to bloom. What had she meant? What final trap had she set?

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

“Then we prepare. For the council. For the rogues. For the challenges yet to come. Blackwood does not falter… and we do not yield.” Outside, the wind carried a whisper through the trees—an omen of trials, alliances, betrayals, and revelations yet to come. Lena’s wolf prowled beneath her skin, sensing the pulse of power, the beat of danger, and the inevitability of the next confrontation. For Blackwood, the night was only the beginning. And for Lena and Kade, the game had evolved from survival to strategy, from defense to dominion. And somewhere, watching from the shadows, their enemies smiled, confident that even Blackwood could not endure what was coming.

I watched as the metal warped, the vows of eternal love melting into meaningless slag. Ash. The next day, I arrived at the Sterling Covenant office right on time. We had only just opened, but we'd already had inquiries from a few smaller packs. "Morning, Hazel," Lydia greeted me excitedly. "Guess what? We've got a big fish on the line!" "What kind of big fish?" I asked, setting down my briefcase and taking the coffee she offered. "The Blackwood family," Lydia whispered, her eyes wide with something close to reverence. "One of the founding families of New Moon City. Their patriarch, Rhys Blackwood… they call him the Lion of New Moon City. One of the last true Arch-Alphas. A living legend."

"Call out the captains. We claim the docks tonight. And anyone who stands in our way…" His eyes drifted off to nowhere, "We stain the waters red." The men rose, a dark tide unspooling at his words. Harrison Blackwood was a billionaire. He was a king of the underground, tempered in blood and bound in fear. And in that moment, it was sure—he'd burn the world to ashes and dust first before he'd allow it to die.

His wolf form shook his head in disagreement, but without another word, I used my teleportation magic and transported myself to the territory of the Blackmoon Pack. I arrived to find an unsettling scene. There were no Shadow Wraiths, but the Minotaurs were present, and something else caught my eye—ghouls. They were taking over the fight, preying on the power and flesh of the fallen wolf soldiers. Frantically, I searched for Xavier, but he was nowhere in sight. A sick feeling welled up in me. Could the Dark Queen Lilith have taken him? The thought sent my heart racing, and I stumbled, realizing too late that a ghoul had snared my leg.

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

They seemed to shudder like it was taking its first breath before swirling like mist. The she-wolf thought she was hallucinating. She had taken quite a whack to the head, but her eyes couldn’t leave the sight of the darkness swirling and creeping out from the crevices of the wooden structure. Even her terror couldn’t bring her to look away. As they reached the top step, the black mass curled in on itself, manipulating itself into a shape that grew and began to gain definition. But the air suddenly thickened as if something was sucking the oxygen from it and Chloe felt her stomach turn violently. She snapped her eyes shut, blocking out the world around her.