Blackwood Campus Novels & Stories

He always did. By the time we reached the facility, the night had turned bitterly cold. The wind felt like it was tearing at my skin, and the lights of the city below flickered dimly, offering no warmth. We stood outside what had once been the heart of the Blackwood legacy—a place where the monsters who’d made us were created. It wasn’t the largest building, but it was the most significant. Every operation, every twisted, horrific thing Reagan Blackwood had ever dreamed up had been born in the depths of that building. And now, it was where we would take our stand.

“I thought that was worth paying attention to.” “You were watching before day one,” I said. “I was noticing,” he said. “There’s a difference.” “Is there,” I said. He smiled. We drove. Blackwood appeared gradually, The gates, the drive through. The main building with its Victorian bones and its New England context and the specific quality of a place that had been important for long enough that it had developed a gravity of its own. Aldridge had arranged access.

20 Years Later Raven University — Alexander’s POV The Blackwood crest loomed over the wrought-iron gates of Raven University like a sentinel carved from nightmares and myths—a massive silver wolf etched into obsidian stone, its eyes twin chips of moonstone that seemed to pierce the dawn fog, judging every soul that dared approach. Most students passed beneath it with wide-eyed awe, whispering prayers to whatever deity they favored, their footsteps quickening as if the wolf might lunge from the stone at any moment. Me? I strode under it every morning with a cocktail of irritation and reluctant pride churning in my gut.

Cold Seattle air brushed against my skin immediately. The second the car drove away, taking Mom, Jane, and Jessie with it, the nervousness hit me harder than before. I was alone now......Completely alone. I slowly turned toward the giant black gates standing proudly in front of me. BLACKWOOD ACADEMY.Even the name sounded intimidating.I inhaled deeply while staring at the massive campus behind the gates before forcing myself to move forward. Okay....I could do this.Students filled the courtyard, laughing loudly while walking toward different buildings dressed in the expensive-looking uniforms that somehow looked perfect on everyone.

Blackwood Aviation – private jet leasing company. Agriculture & Heritage (The Roots) Blackwood Ranches – cattle ranching, horse breeding, premium beef exports. Blackwood Foods – organic produce lines tied to the family’s legacy land. Blackwood Stud Farms – prize-winning thoroughbreds for racing. “Wow, so the Blackwoods are also into media,” Luna gasped as she read the next page, titled Media & Influence (The Reach): Blackwood Media Group – shares in TV networks and news outlets. Blackwood Publishing House – old-established, prestige-focused publishing.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

“Relax. It’s only illegal if you get caught.” Andrew glared at him with pure disgust. Daniel only looked entertained. “You should go now,” he said casually. “The administration staff leaves by seven.” Andrew turned sharply and walked out before he did something reckless. Behind him, Daniel called softly— “Oh, Andrew?” Andrew stopped reluctantly. Daniel smiled. “Try not to disappoint me again.” — By twilight, Blackwood University looked haunting. Rainwater reflected against glowing campus lights while crowds of students hurried between buildings beneath umbrellas and coats. Andrew stood across from the administration building with the keycard clenched tightly in his pocket.

“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.

Even the Greyhaven town was quiet that morning, the news of Henry at the Milan conference reached the town itself. The streets were still damp from the night’s rain, the old brick houses wore their faded paint with stubborn pride, and the whole place wet. And far away from the town, the Blackwood Academy stood like a memory carved in stone. Its ivy-clad walls whispered of generations of students who had walked through its halls, laughed in its classrooms, dreamed in its rooftops. It was here that Henry had once taken shelter, here that his mother Evelyn had found brief respite from the world’s cruelty, here that Principal Adrian had opened the doors to them without question.

But the next day, my research assistant, Emma, found me, looking nervous. "Camilla, something strange is happening." "That Mr. Blackwood didn't leave." "He has set up a tent in the forest at the edge of the facility, like he's watching us." The test tube in my hand trembled slightly. "What did the security department say?" "He's not breaking any rules, just camping on public land," Emma said hesitantly. "And in a way, he's still our biggest benefactor." For the next few days, Adrian lingered around the facility like a ghost.