Scp Lord Blackwood Novels & Stories

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.

"Blackwood is a tough nut to crack. His security is military-grade." The air between us turned dense, loaded with a conspiracy that made my blood boil. "Blackwood doesn't care about money," I continued, lowering my voice to a hiss. "He cares about control. He thinks he's a god because no one has dared to enter his personal territory. But I know how to get to him. I know his mansion has blind spots in the perimeter security during the shift changes of his deltas." "Entering Blackwood's mansion is a suicide mission," said the man with the scar, crossing his arms. "His men are loyal to the core. This isn't just about stealing from him; we want to wipe him off the map. His goddamn rules are suff

"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 a man built of stone and disappointment, and currently, his disappointment was focused entirely on the man standing before him. Silas Blackwood stood in the center of the archive room, the gold-and-sapphire scars on his skin pulsing with a rhythmic, anxious light. He had come to tell his father about the formal recognition of Kaelen, but he hadn't expected the wall of "Scorn" that met him.

I was the mate of an ultimate Alpha, protected by supernatural forces and surrounded by pack family who would die before letting harm come to me. Sophia Blackstone was about to learn that attacking an ultimate Alpha's mate was the last mistake she would ever make. The game had changed. And Mickey Blackwood always won his games.

I declared, my voice menacing. “We got a lead on the leader already?” Layla asked, her face etched with anticipation. “Julian Blackwood,” I said, my mind calculating. “Turns out he isn't ordinary. has the backup of dangerous moguls.” Layla's eyes widened. “That jerk” I nodded. “Same one. He's been hiding in plain sight.” Larry's voice came through the phone. “Boss, I've tracked Blackwood's location. He said he wants to have a meeting with you.”

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

"I'm Sarah, Mr. Blackwood's assistant. He's ready to see you now." Marcus Blackwood. The owner of Platinum Connections, and according to my research, either a brilliant businessman or a sociopathic killer. Possibly both. They’re not mutually exclusive. Sarah leads me through a hallway lined with black-and-white photographs of happy couples. Presumably success stories, though I can't help wondering how many of them are still alive and/or not in witness protection. We stop at a door marked with his name in elegant script on a golden plaque. "Mr. Blackwood, Ms. Sterling is here."

"Give me three days. I swear upon the honor of the Blackwood ancestors, I will get to the bottom of this, root out the traitor, and give you all a definitive answer!" Meanwhile, in Damine's office, a large screen was silently displaying a breaking news report about the Liam’s scandal. "Latest update: Liam Blackwood, the Alpha of Stormfang Pack, has officially been questioned by the highest werewolf council's investigation team. He is accused of having secret ties to the notorious BloodClaw Pack and illegally trading strategic materials forbidden by our laws. This revelation has sent shockwaves through the entire community, and several of the Stormfang Pack's affiliated businesses are already