Scp Lord Blackwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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…

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.”

“I’ve already started planting countermeasures, Lucian. But he’s not someone to underestimate. He moves fast, and he has resources that rival you as.well.” Isla spoke up. “So… this is the man behind Aurora?” Lucian’s expression darkened. “Yes. Liam Blackwood. That man is untouchable, untamed, and he doesn’t play by any rules. And now… he has decided he wants our empire too. He has some connection with Claire.”

Worried about who it could be, I simply nod, allowing the people outside to enter. Relaxing my defensive posture slightly, I watch as three young men with friendly appearances enter the room from the hallway, even though they could be the most dangerous people here… “Welcome, Alpha. It’s good to know you’re in one piece,” Liam Blackwood, the son and heir of the old wolf Logan Blackwood, comments. “We never suspected you would make it home safely, Alpha,” Alexander comments, as much of a sycophant as ever.

Immediately two men in hoodies sat down with some cigarettes and she didn't mind. "Wherever she is, we have to hunt her down and end her. That's the witch's order, right?" One of them spoke loudly, he seemed to be a bit drunk. The other one tapped him and tilted his head to Blaze and back to the slightly drunk man. Blaze's body stiffened her eyes lingered on the man's wrist and there lay a scorpion tattoo. It was Dre, one of the witch's men. While observing him, their eyes met. She quickly stood up and ran.

No excuses. Me: Rain check? I need to prep. Sophia: Fine but you owe me details. Also fair warning: Blackwood is a nightmare boss. Brilliant, but he ate three strategists last year alone. Me: Why so many casualties? Sophia: Standards higher than the penthouse. And the ex-fiancée thing. She banged his business partner, took half the board with her when she left. He’s been a human glacier ever since. I stare at the screen.

As Luna began practicing her innocent scream and Leo’s fingers began to dance across his laptop, I felt a grim sense of satisfaction. The Sterling brothers think they are playing a game with an old lady in a wig. They have no idea they are actually up against a Master Spy and his two most lethal apprentices. Alaric Blackwood is about to find out that in this house, the walls don't just have ears, they have a very long, very vengeful memory.

Their eyes were glowing with leftover shift-lust, their hands dripping with Silvermoon blood. The Blackwood Legion. My breath hitched, creating a white cloud in the freezing air. Everyone knew the stories. They were the most ruthless army on the continent, commanded by a monster who slaughtered entire bloodlines just to make a point. They left nothing but ash behind. "Sort them!" a voice barked over the howling wind. A Blackwood soldier grabbed me by the collar. He was massive, smelling of smoke and violence. He took one look at my bruised face, my thin arms, and my shivering, starving and skinny frame, and he scoffed. He threw me aside without bothering to grab iron cuffs.