Blackwood Churches Novels & Stories

Although part of her might have been happy to corner Lucian again, if yesterday's incident really leaked to the public, it would affect the company's stock price. Blackwood Corporation was not just a company, but a business empire that spanned across multiple fields—automotive, technology, finance, and even property. Behind its great name stood four main pillars: Blackwood Motors with its electric cars and self-driving systems, Blackwood Tech, which dominated AI and cyber security, Blackwood Finance in the world of finance, and Blackwood Real Estate, which dominated property.

' 'I suppose it's the safest thing to do,’ I say, agreeing with him. As we park the car and step out, we suddenly feel a sense of doom. There’s a dark and eerie feel to the Blackwood territory. Dead trees surround the place, and a storm is brewing beyond it, adding to the eerie darkness. The only sound we can hear is the wind gushing through the trees. The dead branches and trees dance like they are all in a ritual. The dry leaves crumple under our feet as we approach the front door. The packhouse is a black Gothic house with huge windows all around. I can see a white curtain moving. Pack members peek through the window at me. Dried vines cover the house. Nathan and I glance at each other, t

Or is this just another cage? ​He didn't answer. He just looked back out the window as we turned onto a private road that wound upward into the mist shrouded hills. ​Blackwood was nothing like the glass and steel penthouse. It was a sprawling, Gothic revival estate made of dark stone and ivy that looked like it had been clawed into the side of the mountain. It looked ancient, imposing, and deeply lonely. As the gates creaked shut behind us, I felt a strange shiver crawl down my spine. This wasn't a home, it was a monument to a legacy that had claimed too many lives already.

“Then we do what we must.” Maxwell glanced at me. “You ready for this?” I wasn’t sure anyone could be ready for what we were about to do. But there was no time for hesitation. I squared my shoulders. “Let’s go.” --- The Blackwood estate loomed ahead, its towering gates shut tight. The once-grand mansion had fallen into disrepair after the war, its windows dark, its gardens overgrown. But beneath it lay the vault—one of the most heavily guarded places in the supernatural world.

The atmosphere was heavy, loaded with unspoken tension. “Tell me about the estate,” I said quietly, trying to break the heavy silence. I wanted to know what kind of castle we were walking into. He shifted in his seat, turning his dark gaze back to me. “It’s called Blackwood Hall,” he explained, his voice low. “It was built over a century ago to serve as the neutral meeting ground for the founding families. No weapons are allowed inside, but that doesn’t mean anyone is safe.”

"You and I go in. Just us. If he’s there, he’s waiting for a fight. He’s waiting for the Vulture. I’m not bringing an army to a family meeting." The Blackwood State Library loomed out of the fog like a monolithic temple of stone and brass, a structure of towering columns and arched windows that had stood in the center of the city for over a century. It was an island of academic quiet in a city that had been bleeding for weeks. As they parked the SUV in the shadow of a gargantuan stone statue of the city’s founder, the silence of the library grounds was absolute. The library wasn't just closed; it felt shuttered, like a lung holding its breath.

“Blackwood trees are high quality magic materials that are used to make certain magic items and weapons. The mana stored within them is so concentrated that they are stronger than some magic crystals. And that mountain is filled with those trees. They used to cut down the trees to use in certain industries. Until more and more workers became sick. Logging companies kept at it until they finally figured out why. Then the World Union made a regulation to not allow anymore logging of Blackwood unless they have a license specifically for it and protective gear to do so.” Matthew understood the circumstances of the situation. “So it’s like a radioactive area.” “Yes, and nowadays people can grow t

But the girl’s warning, You are looking where they want you to look, continues to thread itself through my thoughts. If the warning means anything, the oldest records in Blackwood are the place to start. They have been here long before Bernice, before Skylar, before any of the recent noise. If someone has been altering things to mislead me, they would have to work much harder to change what Blackwood has preserved for generations. A shadow curls around the leg of my chair and taps the table as if to remind me I am not alone. I smile despite myself and reach for another scroll. “Three winters following the northern…” I read aloud, the rest lost beneath a dark stain.

“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.

I’ll be seeing them this Sunday at our annual weekly dinner. “And your father?” I frown. “My father left a long time ago,” I say with such finality I give him no room to ask more questions about the sperm donor. “What do you do when you’re not flipping houses or singing?” “Sometimes I volunteer with a couple of charities but otherwise, I work at The Bar” I don’t know why I don’t tell him I own it. “My family run a foundation, which charities have won your heart, Miss Blackwood,” he asks, his curious hazel eyes intent on mine.