Scp Lord Blackwood Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Jayden started speaking again, but I cut him off with a sharp wave of my hand. “What’s happening now matters more,” I said coldly. My gaze darkened slightly. “The devil is returning.” Silence filled the study immediately. There was one man nobody dared cross. One man even Alphas avoided looking directly in the eye for too long. The owner of one of the strongest wolves alive. A white wolf. Alexander Blackwood. My older stepbrother. The true monster of the Blackthorn bloodline. He should have been Alpha. Everyone knew it. He was older than me, stronger than me, more feared than anyone in the entire territory. Even now, if Alexander wanted the Alpha title, there were elders who would hand it ov

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.

As I stepped out of the Mansion, I heard the pack members whispers but I chose to ignore it as I got into the car that was waiting to take me back home. * My birth pack was worse than Alec’s. At least his cruelty was cold. My family’s was familiar. Worn smooth by years of use against me. It had always been thrown at me without a second thought. As the car drove into our mansion, I was surprised to see everywhere lit up and a bold poster with Liora, my stepsister and an extremely handsome man on it. Xavier Blackwood. He was also known as the bloodthirsty Alpha of Blackwood Pack. He has 14 packs under his rule who were formidable as well.

The garden had different species of flowers but the common ones were the black flowers Ava loved so much,they were planted by King Alarie himself. "They are so beautiful," Ava said touching the black flowers"Now that I think of it, you love black.Black roses, black carriages, black clothes and a mask, black snake. Everything is black." "Black is the real deal," Vador replied. "Then why aren't you the black lord," She said chuckling. Right there darkness took over Vador,in a second his hands were tightened around Ava's neck,his eyes were no longer red but a darker shade of red. "Don't you ever say that," he spat.

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.