Scp Lord Blackwood Novels & Stories

That's why I'd made Christian the new Alpha of my old pack, while all the fifty Alphas across the United States and their pack members became my responsibility. "Mr. Blackwood," The sheriff, Marcus Clarke, practically sprinted toward me, his round face flushed with panic. He was sweating through his uniform shirt despite the air conditioning. To humans, I was just Darrell Blackwood, the richest man in the US. They had no idea what I really was. "Thank you for coming so quickly, sir. We already have the situation under control, but there are just some slight issues which are concerning.” “What issues?” "This way, please." He practically bowed as he led me toward his office, shooting nervous g

He looked very … familiar. He stepped closer and … No. No, no. Heavens, no! This wasn't just any werewolf. This was HIM! Xavier BlackWood, Leader of the Rogues and the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack. No. Hell no. This man was a cold-blooded beast. A ruthless killer. The very enemy of literally everyone. And I was in his camp. “No.” I struggled against the ropes. “I have to get out of here.” Xavier just stared at me. “What are you doing?”

Watching. Waiting. Hungry. Dominic pulled me against his side, his body a wall of heat and fury, weapon raised. “Don’t move. Don’t breathe. We’re not alone.” A voice whispered from the darkness, close enough that I felt the breath of it on my neck. “Welcome to the Blackwood experiment, little wolf. Welcome to where it all began. And where it will end.” And somewhere beneath our feet—deep, deep in the earth, in rooms that had never been decommissioned—

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.

His presence was intimidating, his aura exuding malevolence. Ava knew who the man was. He was the original bearer of the Blackwood name, a retired marine soldier, Albert Blackwood. Albert pointed his fancy walking stick at Ava, saying gruffly “I haven't seen this one before” “She's new,” said Liam. Albert narrowed his eyes on her. “I can see that.” he gave Ava a once-over, scrutinizing her from head to toe. Ava swallowed hard, she could barely hold eye contact with him. Albert asked “What were doing to him? Taking advantage of the fact that he can neither see nor walk”

She recognized him from old pack photos she had seen in Austin's office. He was Lucien Blackwood, the most dangerous rogue leader in the country. The one who had been banished from every pack for his crimes.

She heard Spike’s voice and looked up to see him walk over. “What’s up, baby? What are you holding?” Spike handed the document to Mable. “Uncle Blair told me to give this to you.” Mable stiffened. “He’s back?” “Uh-huh. He’s downstairs.” Spike looked at her, his large eyes carrying a hint of excitement. “Mommy, Uncle Blair is Blackwood. I want him to teach me programming.” Mable raised her brows. “Blair is Blackwood?” She knew of Blackwood. He was a top figure in the hacking world. Although no one knew his true identity or seen his appearance, there were many legends about him in the hacking community.

“Lucas marked his mate.” He didn’t blink. Didn’t smirk, either. Just stared, as if waiting for the rest of the confession to tumble out. I took my time, watching him watch me, the stare-off so thick I wanted to lick it off my teeth. “So, everything I did—every night I spent fucking that councilman, letting him believe he was the only old creep who could get me wet—it was all pointless. Blackwood’s already locked it down.” A flick of his brow. “Blackwood was always going to win. He's a clever wolf, not in any way that matters.”

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

His face was completely pale, but his stormy gray eyes were burning with a dark, terrifying intensity. "You think you're leaving this roof alive?" Alexander growled, his deep, rough voice dropping to a low pitch that vibrated through the floorboards. "You touch a hair on my son's head, and I will hunt down every single person linked to your network and erase them from the face of the earth." The mercenary's sociopathic smile didn't fade. He shifted his grip on Leo, stepping back another inch. "The Black Feather network doesn't fear your threats, Blackwood. Gideon Ross wants his legacy back, or he wants yours dead. Choose now."