Oblivion Blackwood Novels & Stories

“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.

He was quietly witnessing the cold exchange. “Your mate is the reason the vampires are returning to Wild Cliff. This town’s plague is on her hands, and yet,” Mrs. Blackwood said and flicked her tongue. She clasped her hands in front of her body and walked in a circle around Lola. “We haven’t figured out why,” she continued. “But something tells me that this young man carries the answers to all of our questions.” She pulled out a small, finger-long knife from under her sleeve. In a quick, swift motion, she plunged it into Clay’s chest. His face turned cherry red as his lips parted in a soundless scream. “What are you doing to him?” Lola asked and her panic rose.

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.

a soft growl tries to stir from within his chest as he swallows it back down, reigning in the beast trying to stir within him. “But they only came here because of her,” Blackwood glares upwards through narrowed eyes, his fists clenched ahead of him, “-we all know that. They demanded her the last time they ploughed through our City, and what did we do? We refused them. This is likely the cost we had to pay for not obeying their request when we had the chance,” his hate-filled attention fixates on me, “-tell me, girl. Is your life truly worth the countless ones that were lost last night?” he spits, “Does your existence justify the innocent blood that was spilt?”