Sons Of The Forest Blueprints Novels & Stories

The thing looking at me through my father's eyes was not the wolf who raised me and ruled this fortress. It was the forest. "Father," I said. "Stay with me!" "The bloodline," he said. "The bloodline woke the forest. The forest needs bloodline." "The bloodline is safe," I said. "Inside the fortress. Safe." "The forest needs it," he said again. "Father!" He raised his hand. The remaining ancient rogues behind him stopped fighting Ashmoor soldiers. Every one of them stopped and turned and reorientated toward the fortress.

The Ravenwood forest air was thick with the energy of dawn. In the early hours, mist hung low over the forest, curling around the towering evergreens and whispering through the ancient pines that marked the boundaries of the Ravenwood Pack. This forest wasn’t just territory; it was legacy, history woven with the sacrifices of her ancestors that Serena Ravenwood would one day inherit, and she walked through it now as if sensing her destiny beneath her feet, each step steady, certain.

“Now, there is nobody here to listen to your words. I know you think it's my wife and daughter so I would obviously share things with them but that is not the case. No matter how much I love my family, my duty to my people comes first. So, you may share whatever you know with me.” Dacre shifted his weight from one leg to another as he spoke again, “No idea what makes you think my father would tell you of his plans if he has any, to begin with.” In response, dad only walked towards the large table that was on the side and ruffled through a few scrolls before finding something. He opened a huge map and placed it on the table top, whisking away everything else that clattered to the ground. It w

I called Dad and told him that I was already on the plane back home. The entire airport was cleared. From the runway to the terminal, every corner was filled with his men. A line of black bulletproof cars stretched across the tarmac, mercenaries standing on either side. They all donned sunglasses, and the bulge of firearms beneath their suits was clearly visible. The airport security had no choice but to step aside, not daring to interfere. My father was the most respected Mafia don on the East Coast, and he came to pick me up himself.

“You have? And yes I’m his daughter, Alpha… you know him?” "Oh, not personally, but my father heard of him and would tell me stories of the two fierce fighters! The legends of Blue Moon!” “Really? What stories?” "Ahh, well, when my Father was growing up around the same time as your father, he heard stories of a Gabel and Westin, they were a force to be reckoned with. They were the Blue Moon warriors, he would tell me stories of some of their battles and how Westin saved the Luna!“.

We had two days. Lieutenant Lasha, grim as ever, handed each team a thick leather-bound journal. "Inside are profiles of all known mutated creatures native to the evil forest. Weak points. Behavioral notes. Combat strategies. Study them. Or die." Nyomei flipped hers open. "This thick? Doesn’t this kind of make the mission easier?" I didn’t even look up. "No." "No?" "You can’t prepare for that forest. You can only survive it." The others went still. My tone wasn’t dramatic. Just certain.

I wanted to foster those qualities and help Billy. He was my son, after all. Whether or not Trista decided to stay at Blue Moon Crescent, Billy was the son of an alpha. And that came with expectations and responsibilities. Trista eventually agreed to let me take him out into the forest. Billy’s eyes had grown so wide when I told him we were going hunting, I think they were going to pop out of his head.

"If you try to hold all the force in your own arms, you break. If you give it to the stone, the stone holds it for you." Lyra stepped forward, kneeling beside her son and using a soft linen cloth to wipe the dust from his cheek. "And you executed it with incredible grace, my sweet boy. But keep your shoulder straight so you don't strain your joint. "I will, Mother." Valen nodded and smiled up at her. A young messenger scout in silver-and-black Sovereign armor rushed into the courtyard and bowed low on one knee before the High King. “High Sovereign King, Sun Queen,” the scout reported respectfully. "The High Elders of the Western Barrens and the Arch-Scholars of the Sun Sanctuary have arrived

"I'm afraid it's true, sir," He starts shaking his head. He takes a deep breath before his eyes start to get glassy. I stay rooted in place as he tries to breathe, placing his hand over his chest. His attempt is in vein; he starts hyperventilating. Before I can move to assist, Sanchez breezes past me and steps into the house.

"It is a reconfiguration. They have found the 'Hidden Blueprint'—the original design for the North that existed before the Thorne and Blackwood lines were separated by the silver and the lies." Silas stepped toward his mother, his gold-veined wolf form simmering beneath his skin. He felt the pull of the gold shards, a rhythmic, magnetic attraction that was trying to peel the gold-and-sapphire magic from his own skin. "What blueprint? My father told me the North was built on the blood of the First Alpha. He told me our heresy was a choice we made to survive."