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Through his unwavering commitment and tireless efforts, he managed to cultivate a deep sense of reliance and confidence from the King himself. John Blackwood, a man hailing from the distant and remote reaches of the vast and expansive Blackwood lineage, was said to possess an extraordinary and unparalleled talent for the art of poetry. As we delve into the annals of history, we come to realise that in the present era, the illustrious Blackwood family, once renowned and esteemed, has regrettably succumbed to the clutches of obscurity, gradually fading away from the collective consciousness of society. When he was just a young man of twenty-three years old, he fortuitously crossed paths with t

Facing the elders, I cleared my throat. “To what do I owe such an urgent meeting.” “We pledge our homage to the Alpha.” Elder Marcus greeted as he began. “We each received an anonymous note, stating that your brother Alec Blackwood has returned. And true to the note, he lives for he sits with us. So Alpha, we have come to ask, why did you bring back news to us that he had died.” I sat, motionless, eyes roaming around the room. Their faces held confusion and needed answers. I titled my head back at Alec who sat like the whole world was below him.

That's a great blessing for them…. Lucas didn't respond to him; instead, he watched the children through the balcony as they gradually showed up, half of which were boys and half were girls. The children chattered in excitement as they saw the man above; seeing the legendary Lucas Blackwood was a dream come true for the children. The Blackwood family is very powerful, and they're in charge of the most powerful training base in the United States. Boss Lucas, who is quite mysterious, is a god in their hearts.

Other than Ziad Powell, everyone else was shocked and in disbelief. 'It doesn't matter whether I'm here or not. Can you come back and treat my brother? They don't believe me.' Cassie shrugged, looking helpless. 'Who dares not to believe you? You are the pro-disciple of I, Black Brown, and you are so smart. I feel lucky when you mention my name... Wait, your brother? Are you from the James family?' Black Brown naturally knew of the James family, which was very famous in the Caliva city.

It was a single, devastating word. BLACKWOOD. Elena stood up, her long black hair swaying with the movement. Dante Blackwood. The King of the North. The man who had been her father’s shadow and Grant’s greatest rival. "He’s back," she whispered. "He’s not just back," Marcus replied. "He’s hunting in our woods." Elena walked to the window, looking down at the city lights. Grant thought he was losing a wife. He had no idea he had just become the bait in a war between two gods.

"What brother? Who is this Mr. Blackwood you’re so afraid of? As far as I know, they are common people with the name ‘Blackwood.’” "Correct but there's only one widely known 'Aiden Blackwood,' sir." Charles Robert’s breath caught. The color drained from his face so completely his wife took a step forward, alarmed. His hand, holding the phone, began to tremble slightly. He knew that name. Every businessman with any global sense knew that name. It wasn’t just a name; it was a power to be reckoned with. "Aiden… Blackwood?" Charles repeated hoarsely . "Of the Blackwood family? The… the owner of BLAQ?"

She is Lucas's sister and has her own international clothing line. We arrived at the library-office; it was wide, and there was a table where Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood sat. Then, his brother stepped aside. “Start explaining, son,” Mr. Blackwood said, without emotion. He was actually old, but it's not obvious because of his elegance and handsomeness. Lucas bravely faced his father.

Christian was the smartest man I knew, so when he says something, I do not doubt him. And right now, he was saying that Michael’s accident has some sketchy vibes to it… I believed him. Mr. Blackwood’s jaw ticked angrily, and he stepped up to Christian angrily, glaring at him. “I thought Michael was the bitter one, but it turns out you’re both the same, because it’s really inhumane, you spewing such when your brother lies there, fighting for his fucking life.” Without another word, he stepped away from Christian and stormed off, leaving just the three of us standing there.

I called out, but a cheer drowned me out. Suddenly, an elder tapped his knife against a glass, the sharp sound cutting through the room. "Pack members of Blackwood!" the man announced into a microphone. "To celebrate our family's return, let us welcome the future Alpha Leaders of our territories. Jax, Lucuis and Silas Blackwood!" The room exploded into loud shouting and howling. Jax stepped up to the front stage, squaring his broad shoulders. He looked exactly like the ruler everyone wanted him to be. Lucius was right behind him, adjusting the microphone with a calm, focused look on his face.