Novel & Cerita Scp Lord Blackwood

The scene inside slammed into me like a physical blow. Lucian Blackwood had the woman bent over his desk. Her dress was bunched around her waist, expensive silk crumpled like discarded tissue. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into bare flesh hard enough to leave marks. The sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. She moaned, a throaty, desperate sound. “Harder,” she gasped. “Please, Alpha.” My body froze. Brain struggling to process. This was the legendary playboy heir I’d been warned about, the man I was supposed to report to, the future leader of the most powerful pack in the northern territories.

“They are searching the courtyard. We move along the north wall.” Suddenly, a loud, deep voice echoed down the hall. “Thorne! Stop where you are! You are cornered!” Marcus Blackwood. He was coming down the main staircase, flanked by Zev and three other fully shifted wolves. Rian froze. Blackwood walked toward us, his face a mask of furious power. “You are not dead, mongrel. But you are mine. Release the human and submit!” Rian released a deep, feral sound. The amber fire flared, powerful and uncontrolled. He shifted his stance, moving to put me completely behind him.

Inside the mansion, the storm was far more dangerous. Damien Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, paced the master study like a caged predator. Power rolled off him in waves — dark, commanding, laced with the raw dominance that had kept his pack at the top of the Pacific Northwest hierarchy for decades. His bourbon eyes glowed faintly gold, silver threading his black hair like frost on obsidian. At forty-five, he was in his prime: ruthless, magnetic, and utterly unforgiving. And he was furious.

There was something about the way he stared at me; it was chilling yet satisfying. In a way that made me go crazy, in a way that made me want to moan his name over and over again. Fuck, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head no matter how much I tried. “Ms. Charlotte,” I was called out again by him. His name, he is Mr. Adrian Blackwood, the grandson of the mogul Blackwood, the CEO of Jupith. Everyone knows the company, even the poor. The type of rich they were wasn't something that needed an introduction.

"You know you're actually sweating.Just forgive him and go back to calling him Vador." "And why? I'm just an assistant," She frowned. "He's really comfortable around you" Vador was still in the study when Aleister brought news to him concerning the dark witches. "This letter came for you Vador," Aleister said dropping the letter on the table. "What does it say?" Vador asked looking up. "The dark witches have been killing the pure blooded in the east. The letter is from lord Jack,he needs more protector," Aleister replied. "I wonder why the dark witches keep coming back "Vador licked his lips.

Lilith’s POV The next morning, Magnus summoned me to his study. He didn’t smile. He just gestured for me to sit, then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk like a man about to make a deal with the devil. “There’s a pack,” he began, with his dangerously low voice. “Blackwood.” I nodded, recognising the name instantly. Blackwood was a respected and powerful pack. I had tried going there to see if they'd take me in, but other rogues told me they were unapproachable.

, I said to them, keeping my voice low enough to cause them to shiver in fear. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Luke roll his eyes at my antics and I smirked inwardly. In my head, Rage threw me a bored glance before turning away. He had been calm of late, and I was grateful for it. It meant no one would be hurt if they didn’t deserve it. One of the scouts, a brown haired werewolf named Ted stepped forward. “We have news from Blackmoon pack, Alpha”, he said and at my nod to continue, went on. “It seems the Alpha of Blackmoon pack has found out that we are the ones who abducted his mate”.

I said. Kael let out a sharp, hysterical breath. He glanced down the hallway as if checking for listening devices. "Damon Blackwood isn't just an Alpha," Kael whispered, leaning in slightly. "He is the King of Alphas. He owns half the city. He crushed the Northern Rebellion in three days. They call him the 'Wolf of Death.'" Kael swallowed hard. "I have worked for him for five years. I have seen him kill men for looking at him wrong. I have seen him burn down packs for disrespecting a border treaty."

"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.

“What’s going on here, Malcolm? Are you giving the guards a hard time again?” The light glinted off a gold tooth as he grinned. Some guards chuckled, others shuffled around nervously. Malcolm straightened, a mix of respect and irritation in his tone. “Just testing the loyalty of our new recruit, father.” So this was Mr. Blackwood, the notorious drug baron who pulled the strings of this entire operation. His reputation preceded him. But seeing him in the flesh was a different experience altogether. He was a man accustomed to power, the kind that didn’t need to shout to make its presence known.