Scp Lord Blackwood Novels & Stories

Not the name or the adoption certificate or even the plasma abilities. But the willingness to stand between innocent people and danger. To fight when necessary. To lead when no one else would. That's what made someone Blackwood. And today—in this scorched courtyard, surrounded by people who'd survived because we'd refused to give up—I'd proven I was exactly that. Shawn Blackwood. Seventeen years old, werewitch, plasma manipulator. Brother. Nephew. Packmate. Leader. It was terrifying and overwhelming and absolutely insane.

"Since when do Blackwoods retreat? Before Nora could formulate a sarcastic response, a harsh, guttural snarl echoed from the rocky outcroppings directly behind them. Six massive Eclipse scouts, their eyes burning with unnatural red alchemical fire, emerged from the petrified brush. They were hulking, mutated Lycans wielding jagged crimson-glass axes, their bodies warped by dark sorcery. Intruders! the lead scout roared, saliva dripping from his elongated fangs. Spies for the Sun Queen! Rip them apart! Dom didn't hesitate. He lunged forward with explosive, blinding speed. His platinum-gold blade sheared cleanly through the lead scout's thick iron breastplate, dropping the massive beast instan

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.

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.

“This is silly! Blackwood is gone, just like his pack. He can't come back.” “No, Balor,” Darius replied, his voice strong but serious, emphasizing the weight of his message. He stood tall, looking directly at each elder one by one. “You can't forget our past. We can't just brush this aside. Bolton Blackwood used to be with us. He was a greedy young wolf, a killer who took his father’s life to become Alpha. Blackwood wanted to take over all the packs, spreading fear everywhere he went.” A shiver went down my back at Darius's words. The old stories about Blackwood came rushing back, tales I once thought were just myths but now seemed very real.

But they were not angry yet. One came forward. Older. Gray in his hair. Scars on his face. “Alpha Blackwood,” he said. “Thank you for coming.” “You have thirty seconds before I let my warriors take care of you.” “Okay.” He put his hands up. “We do not want to fight. We came to warn you.” “Warn about what?” “Viktor Ashford.” That name made me feel cold. Viktor is the Alpha three lands away. He is mean and wants more power.