Blackwood Book Novels & Stories

We will find his weakness. Damian reached for another folder, thicker than the first, and slid it across the desk. The folder was heavy, the paper inside crisp and unyielding. “This is the Blackwood-Kerr acquisition. The owners are… sentimental. They believe their heir can protect them from reality.” His mouth curved—not into a smile, but into something sharper, something far more sinister. “Your job is to prove them wrong.”

she gestured to the symbols carved into the palms and chest "—were inflicted ante-mortem." "He was alive when they carved into him," Rick translated grimly. "Yes. And given the lack of defensive wounds, I'd say he was restrained or drugged." Dr. Patel leaned closer to examine the neck. "The precision here is... unusual and a lot more confident than the other three. As for the name, the Blackwood family is old money. If one of their heirs is returning, someone might have been looking for them for a long time. Well known for their antique and large art collections worldwide.”

she hesitated, “stories of conquest.” Blackwood gave a small nod. “Conquest, sacrifice, glory.” His tone was filled with pride as he spoke. “Every frame here tells of my journey, of what I’ve taken, what I’ve built. Each sacrifice carved me into who I am, you understand that?” Eliana only nodded, her lips pressed tightly together. Blackwood turned slightly, his hand brushing the edge of a table where an artifact sat, a blade. It had symbols she couldn’t decipher, carved on it.

“There are far too many werewolves in the world for that. Besides, we take pride in our packs. They’re like countries for us. Each one lives by different rules, traditions, etcetera.” I wanted this one-sided conversation to switch. My desire to learn everything there is to know about Erin was brimming beneath my skin. “Why did you create Blackwood INC when you had this place?” her eyes fell on mine, and my breath hitched. Goddess, she was beautiful. Stunning. And covered in my scent… A delicious shiver rolled through my body. “This pack runs on my funds, and while it’s self-sustaining within the pack, Blackwood INC is the reason I’ve been able to make Blackwood the largest wolfpack on the We

He drawled, his eyes on me. “Interesting.” I tried not to look up at his sweat covered shirt that clung to his body. He has a six pack, maybe even an eight pack, not that I was counting. “Sure seems that way.” His face remained impassive. I could hear mocking in his tone. He walked down the hallway with the towel hung on his shoulder. “By the way Red, the book is upside down.” I slammed the book shut, my face was filled with embarrassment. Other men wouldn’t point this out but he would. Josiah Blackwood is the bane of my existence. I growled tossing the book aside. He is so insufferable but apparently I was the only person who thought so.

Blackwood had already stepped into my life. And he wasn’t planning to step out.

“Close the door.” I obeyed. “I received another message this morning.” He slid a printed email across the desk. “Read this.” I picked up the paper. Subject: Blood Will Tell “The heir plays while Rome burns. But fire purifies. Fire reveals. Soon, the false will fall, and the worthy will rise from the ashes. Count your days, Blackwood. Count them carefully.” My stomach tightened. This was different from the others. More personal. More direct. “When did this arrive?” “Six AM. Routed through the same encrypted channels as the others.”

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.

With love so loud it drowned out every ghost from that stupid manor. The Blackwood family had its monsters. But Reese had me. And together, we’d burn every last one of them down. Those monsters haven't met this monster…

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.