Scp Lord Blackwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said to me, and immediately I sighed heavily before removing my claws from his neck, and immediately he released Justin before standing up. Once Justin stood up, he tried attacking Derrick, but I was too fast to block his hand. "It seems like you didn't tell him about me before bringing him here," Derrick said to me while licking the blood on his claws. "Whatever Derrick," I said to him while holding Justin back. "What are you looking for in my territory, Adrian? Derrick asked me while signaling for his warriors to return to their posts. "Who's he?" Justin whispered to me in a lonely tone. "I'm Derrick Blackwood, the vampire lord of Dark Coven," he presented himself with a wicked smirk pl

The aroma made the blood in every vein boil and his soul wept with longing. "Alpha Julian..." The whispers of admiration exploded like ocean waves. From the top of the marble stairs, descended a figure of a man who seemed to have been sculpted by the hand of a war god. Julian Blackwood. At only twenty-three years old, he has become the CEO of The Blackwood Empire as well as a deadly Alpha whose cruelty is unmatched in both the business and supernatural worlds. His face was like a Greek god carved from ice, cold and emotionless, with gray eyes as sharp as the blade of a beheading axe.

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."

"My name is Dorian Blackwood. And I’m the one who’s been pulling the strings all along." A wave of realization crashed over me. Blackwood. The name was familiar, but it took a moment for my mind to catch up. The Blackwoods were a powerful family in the criminal underworld, known for their ruthlessness and ambition. They were just as dangerous as Ronan’s enemies—and perhaps even more so. Ronan’s grip on my hand tightened. "You’re the one behind all of this?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. Dorian smiled again, his expression sickeningly smug. "Oh, it’s much bigger than you think. You’ve been playing in my game this whole time, and now, it’s my turn to win."

She was always the useful pawn I manipulated from the shadows. And now the whole game was teetering on the edge of collapse. I can’t get caught, especially not now. Dominic Blackwood. The very name made my jaw tighten. The man was dangerous. Ruthless. Respected by the entire valley and its Alphas—not just because of his strength, but because of his damned sense of honor and loyalty. He would come for his mate. He would not stop. I had seen it in his eyes during the last council meeting, when he barely contained his fury.

She could not continue to do this to Jimmy. Mr. Blackwood is seated in his office, he had just gotten off a call from Botswana, informing him that Darky was still causing problems for the new GM, he was angry and thinking of a way to deal with the matter without starting a life-long rivalry with Darky’s uncle who he was in good terms with. He was still thinking about that when the door was pushed open and Annabel walked in. “Anna… good that you are here, I was just about to send for you.” he said with a nonchalant face, his voice cold to hide his anger.

"He's demanding audience, Alpha. Says he has a proposition that might prevent... unpleasantness." Unpleasantness. Such a delicate word for the kind of territorial war that could paint these mountains red with supernatural blood. I found Blackwood waiting in the courtyard like he owned it, flanked by three wolves who moved with the particular swagger of creatures who'd never learned proper respect for established territory. He looked older than I remembered—gray threading through dark hair, lines around his eyes that spoke of years spent in exile—but his amber gaze held the same calculating intelligence that had made him dangerous three decades ago.

I took the elevator,ignoring Mia’s scream behind me telling me how sorry she was saying he was the groom's friend. Who gives a fuck if he is the groom friend. The moment the elevator closes up,someone pulls me from behind and slams me hard against the wall, not in a hard or hurtful way. My breath stops and tightens against my chest when the hands crawl up from behind me and stop on the wall. I knew that hand, it had the same tattoo on the finger I saw. Christian Blackwood, the president of the hellhound MC is right behind me , his body is pressed against me in an immoral way and his hot breath was on my neck.

“There was a… group. A bad group. They are the reason for the old numbers. But they are gone now. I promise you.” Richard’s eyes narrowed. “Gone? What does ‘gone’ mean? Did they move to another city? Did they retire?” I took a deep breath. This was it. My final card. “Their leader. His name was Victor. Victor Blackwood. He was the head of the snake. And he has been… taken care of.” The anger on Richard's face changed. It was not just anger now. It was disgust. It was horror. He took a step back from me, as if I were something dirty.