Scp Lord Blackwood Novels & Stories

The Blackwoods were the ones organising it this year, a prestigious duty that only served to fuel my stepmother's ego. ​It was, predictably, another avenue and opportunity for Vivienne Blackwoods to throw her weight around. She was everywhere, moving with theatrical purpose, ordering everyone and giving instructions to a host of hired help and socialites as if she was the undisputed matriarch of the Blackwoods clan. Her voice, sharp and high, grated on my nerves.

They were the most dominant wolves in the region and they knew it. Behind me, the freed wolves started shaking in fear. Some looked ready to run. Others shifted nervously, their wolves recognizing predators far more dangerous than anything Genesis Labs had thrown at them. I stepped forward, placing myself between the Council and my people. Not my pack, I reminded myself. Just wolves I had helped free. But the protective instinct felt the same. Alpha Blackwood approached first. He was in his fifties, gray streaking his dark hair and scars mapping his face like a tactical guide to every battle he'd survived. He'd led the Council for fifteen years and his reputation for ruthless justice precede

"Ms. Morrison currently serves as the Royal Healer for the European Healers' Guild, and is also an honorary consultant for the Blackwood family..." The Blackwood family. The name was a thunderclap in the silent room. The most powerful Lycan clan in Europe, ruled by the legendary Alpha King, Maxim Blackwood. A possessive, venomous rage clawed its way up Ronan’s throat. A new life. A new man. And him? He was probably nothing more than a ghost she'd long forgotten. "No... I can't let her forget..." Ronan struggled to his feet and stumbled toward the next room.

It was parked in a derelict alleyway in Queens, far from the polished marble of the Blackwood estate, serving as a mobile command center for the Jackals. ​Inside, Arthur Blackwood sat on a folding metal chair, his expensive wool coat looking out of place against the rack of tactical vests and submachine guns. He was no longer drinking. The bourbon had been replaced by a sharp, jittery clarity—the kind of adrenaline that only comes to a man who has finally cornered his ghost.

"Except you plan on living in the backseat. Which, honestly, might be too good for you." I stepped out before he could say more, my heels crunching on the gravel. I followed him through the massive front doors into a living room that looked like a museum. An older man was sitting in a leather armchair, a newspaper covering his face. He looked relaxed, but the power rolling off him was suffocating. This was the Big Boss—Alpha Silas Blackwood. He folded the paper down as we approached. His hair was silver, but his eyes were the same icy blue as Adrian's.

I knew him… the person he had sent to pick me up was someone familiar… someone I hadn’t seen in years. “I think… I see him.” I murmured, clutching my phone tightly. The man sitting in the driver’s seat had sharp, defined features that were impossible to forget. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his strong, tanned forearms. But what struck me most wasn’t his appearance, it was the powerful aura surrounding him. The unmistakable presence of a high-ranking Alpha. Alpha Soren Blackwood, leader of the Blackwood Pack and one of the most powerful packs in the northern territories.

He had midnight-black hair and lethal, glowing amber eyes that swept over the crowd with absolute boredom. A faint, rugged scar ran along his jawline, a reminder of his dangerous time ruling the lawless offshore networks. It was Killian Blackwood—Cassian's exiled older brother, the true, feared Lycan Alpha of the Shadowlands. My heart skipped a beat, a wicked smile finally touching my lips. My perfect weapon, and my true fated match, had just arrived.

He sighed, standing up, "I'm gonna have to kill your entire family in front of your eyes. Is that what you want?" "You've got the wrong person!" I exclaimed, "I'm not whoever you think I am. I don't know who you're talking about and it's the fucking truth!" I took a deep breath, calming myself down, "anyway, good luck finding my family to kill 'cause I don't have any." He let out an annoyed groan before walking towards the door. Then he flipped on a switch and the lights were turned on, revealing Sean fucking Blackwood. Of course it had to be him of all people.

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...

Marcus and Spencer stood at the forefront, their expressions betraying their confidence. I took a deep breath, feeling the power surge through me, ready to speak the truth they had tried so hard to conceal. “The Blackwood clan has a secret desire. A desire to corrupt all realms, to make them bend to their will. You stand at the brink of destruction, facing a choice that could save you.” The murmur of disbelief rippled through the crowd. I could see Marcus’s eyes narrow, assessing the situation, realizing he could not ignore what I was saying. “You think you can sway us with empty threats? The Blackwood family will not yield to your whims.”