Black Onyx Empire Novels & Stories

The things that kept men like them in power. What started as a suggestion about visiting the new territory turned into something else entirely. I watched it happen in front of me like a nightmare unfolding in real time. "Your territory's gotten soft," The Mancini, Petro, said leaning back slightly, his gaze fixed on Enzo. A grin spread across his face like he’d just told a joke. "Can't even keep your targets anymore." The table went quiet. Enzo's jaw clenched. I saw it happen, the way his entire body went very still.

But as he walked toward the heavy mortar troughs with his bleeding fingers gripping the cold iron handle of the mixing paddle, Lucian Blackwood finally understood the true geometry of the secret empire his ex-wife had constructed. She hadn't just broken his company; she had rewritten the very rules of human value. And as the heavy smell of wet limestone filled his lungs, he put his head down against the biting wind and began to mix, completely broken by the absolute knowledge that his only purpose left in this world was to help build the foundation of her throne.

The black sails loomed over them like the wings of a crow. "Welcome home, Prince Noah," Valerius said. He reached out a hand to help Noah up. Noah didn't take it. He grabbed the rope ladder and started to climb, pulling Ethan up behind him. They reached the deck. A hundred Southern soldiers stood in perfect formation. At the end of the line was a man in purple silk. He had Noah’s eyes. He had Noah’s jaw. The Emperor. "You look terrible," the Emperor said. He didn't move. He didn't embrace him. He just looked at the blood and the leather.

Until now… “Why does everyone call him that? Is it cause he looks like he hates everyone?” William’s chuckle turned into a short, humorless laugh. “Partly. But mostly because he doesn’t feel. Or at least, that’s what people say.” He leaned forward, so I could see the seriousness etched onto his face. “Noah Blackwood built an empire in a place where the Blackwoods were nothing. He bought out companies for sport. And the people who tried to outsmart him, outbid him, or outmanoeuvre him ended up either bankrupt, or worse—begging him for a job in the ruins of what used to be theirs.”

Wolf King's Shadow Ronan's POV The throne room of the Lycan Empire was silent when I entered, the heavy doors echoing behind me like a warning to anyone who dared stand in my path. The long stretch of obsidian stone reflected the pale morning light pouring through the high, arched windows. Banners of silver and black swayed gently, each showing the crest of my bloodline—the devouring wolf under the crescent moon. My crest. My empire. And soon… my heir.

Maria said as she walked out. Luna immediately went to work, trying to familiarize herself with the Blackwood Empire. Everything about the Blackwoods was online. The Blackwoods were old money from Dallas, Texas. The empire reflected both traditional roots and modern diversification: oil, land, cattle, energy, finance, and luxury. The Blackwood Empire Business Divisions: Energy & Resources (The Foundation) Blackwood Oil & Gas – oil rigs in Texas and the Gulf. Blackwood Natural Gas – pipelines and distribution. Blackwood Renewables – solar farms in Nevada, wind farms in Texas.

She asks the questions Azraiel is too scared to ask himself. “Because we both know that neither Austin nor Emmanuel will stop at just taking over to form the Black Onyx pack. They didn’t stop at that in 1975 and they won’t stop now. If we all don’t stop them, then their greed is going to make them want to conquer other packs to strengthen themselves.” Azraiel answers through clenched teeth.

My family had covered it up perfectly, profiting from the new alliances while I rotted in an unmarked grave. Rage boiled inside me as I read further. The Blackthorn empire had only grown stronger. Damien Blackthorn, Kael’s older brother, was portrayed as a ruthless visionary. Billionaire Alpha. CEO of Blackthorn Group, controlling vast territories, businesses, and pack alliances across Africa and beyond. Photos showed a towering, devastatingly handsome man with sharp features, golden eyes, and an aura of pure dominance. My wolf whined traitorously at the images, drawn to his power even through a screen.

He’s the ultimate prize. ​Discovering he’s my mate means my problems don't just go away, they vanish. My company wouldn’t just survive; it would dominate. Voss Dynamics tied to Blackwood Inc. was an empire in the making. And I wouldn’t just be wealthy, I would be Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. That’s not just a title; it’s one of the highest ranks in the most influential territory in the country. And oh my God, did I mention the money? They are rich. Filthy, old-money rich. One of the oldest, richest, most influential packs in the country, and all of it, in some way, tied to me.

Him on magazine covers, looking like he'd been carved from marble by someone who hated warmth. **Black Enterprises**, I read, **the multinational corporation founded by Alexander Black Sr. in 1985, has grown under the younger Black's leadership into a $47 billion empire spanning technology, real estate, and venture capital.** Forty-seven billion dollars. I did the math in my head, comparing it to my own bank account—which currently held exactly $243 until my next paycheck. The difference wasn't just vast. It was cosmic. It was the distance between a grain of sand and the entire galaxy.