Scp Lord Blackwood Novels & Stories

There was a air of command about him that had me somewhere between guarded and intrigued. "Morning" he greeted, his voice smooth as he approached “How’s our patient?” I frowned a little— I did not recognise him, even though he had been the one to aid me with that wolf. “Ethan Blackwood?" This was the part that got me as i tried to remember who he was caused i have heard about the name before "As in the Blackwood family, who owned land around Silverwood?" I asked to be sure if he was the one. He chuckled as he nodded , a small smile at the corners of his lips. “That’s right. I am in charge of the land, and hence, the wildlife. After watching the aggressiveness of this wolf last night. And I f

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

"What is this betrayal, Xavier?" “I guess I’m the lost one.” Everett murmured underneath his breathe. "You killed my parents. And then you made me work for you??" Xavier uttered, flames coming out of his body. Blackwood laughed, "All I did, was clean up an infested dump." He shrugged. "Dump? THOSE WERE PEOPLE!!" Xavier growled. "Oh, my bad. They didn't look like people to me." He laughed out, maniacally. This man, is psychopath.

She was dangerous. And the danger was growing. I turned away from the ridge and entered the ruins of the old sanctuary. My sanctuary. Long abandoned, hidden by wards and blood spells. My followers had already gathered—robed figures, silent and obedient, all touched by the dark. Most were wolves who’d been cast out, betrayed, broken. They had nothing left but what I gave them. And they would repay that gift in blood. One of them, a pale-eyed boy with a silver mark across his throat, approached me. He knelt. “The scouts have returned. The Blackwoods are preparing to defend.”

“Or are you just that stupid you can’t---!” Damn, this man was never going to let me finish an insult! My rib broke under the onslaught of blows, and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. But still, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed… I mean--- This was THE Blackwood Pack! The biggest and strongest pack in the south, with so much money they could use it like freaking toilet paper! Alpha Christian Blackwood was infamous for how he led his pack with an iron fist, and he was rumored to be absolutely ruthless and a coldhearted bastard. But I must say, that if everything he’d done to me so far was his worse…

Grayson Blackwood has always been the formidable brother—fearless, unyielding, and willing to put it all on the line for his family. He never backed down from a mission and dealt swiftly with anyone who dared to threaten his loved ones or undermine their business. Today, he found himself downtown—a place he didn’t belong—trying to unravel the shocking truth from his last mission: someone within his own family wanted him dead. As he observed the waitress dropping their food at the table, he noticed immediately that it wasn’t the feisty brown-haired woman who had taken their order.

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

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.

With a sweep of my arms, I glided through the water, my body slicing clean lines beneath the surface. Ripples shimmered beneath the moonlight, casting sharp shadows over the water—broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and defined abs surfaced and submerged again like a predator moving through the night. If there were any females standing on the edge of the pool right now, they wouldn't be able to tear their eyes away. The weaker-willed ones? They’d be soaked just from looking. After all, I’m every she-wolf’s fantasy—Alexander Blackwood, current Alpha of the Blackwood Pack and the highest-ranking Alpha in the North American Council. The most powerful resources of the largest wolf pack in the world

she asks softly. I exhale a quiet laugh. “Always.” Before she can respond, the office doors open. And there he is. Chris Telenov Washington. I stand immediately, my eyes locking onto him, and yeah… Clover wasn’t exaggerating. The resemblance hits you right in the face. Same bone structure. Same eyes. Same… presence. He steps forward, extending his hand. “Lucas Blackwood,” he says smoothly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I take his hand, firm grip meeting firm grip.