Blackwood Novels & Stories

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"

There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name. James Bills, Black’s right hand man. There may be little or no POV’s in his name. Marigold Mills, Susan’s best friend/ James’ mate. There will be little or no POV’s in her name. Mariam Parrish, Susan’s mum. There may be little or no POV’s in her name. Jack MooreAsmodius], villain. Little or no POV’s in his name. Solomon Parrish, Susan’s senior brother. No POV’s in his name.

Ama was contemplating an effective way to gain access to the Blackwoods mansion. Mr. Reynolds had already given her a file containing everything she needed to know about the family, and she had spent all of last night reviewing it and conducting her own research. The Blackwoods came from old money, which they gained from their construction business, and talent for creating unique art pieces. Which have aided them in their money laundering.

But it was impressive if he was indeed a blackwood. Damon Jr. began to process it, though it sucked and he didn’t want to accept it. But if his dad said Julian was a Blackwood, then he had no choice. Though he’d never heard of a Julian, the name Blackwood was synonymous with power. His family’s biggest backer, and he’d just insulted him.

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

ACE By nine in the morning, we were already in Blackwood’s main hall—a place that only ever got used for events like this. The kind where silence is heavy, and everything smells like old money and regret. The sky outside was overcast, shadows of gray-blue light creeping through the tall windows and soaking the room in a cold hue. The Blackwood family portraits lined the walls like judges. Reggie’s was one of the biggest—arms crossed, chest puffed, staring straight at the spot where we were now all seated. It felt like he was still watching. Even from the grave.

That was another journey. I walked slowly dragging my bruised foot along as I made my way toward the backyard. I arrived at the corner and I could see a figure splitting the wood. It was a man who was in nothing else but shorts. I watched him flex his muscles as he split the wood with one strike. I couldn’t help but stare at him. Then, the man relaxed and dropped the ax. He turned around and I saw those silver eyes. They were familiar. It was him. The big black wolf. As our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow at me in confusion. I, on the other hand, took in his features. He had short black hair and a sharp jawline. His body was ripped and his olive skin was lubricated by his sweat which made it

The Blackwood. The Blackwood was a dense forest where sunlight never reached the ground. The trees were twisted and bent like broken fingers. I walked for three days in the heavy darkness. My food and water were almost gone. Then, I saw a thin trail of smoke. It rose from a small clearing just ahead of me. I crept forward, keeping my footsteps very light.

"He's probably already compromised our original route. **We're going to head north, towards the Blackwood Forest. The cabin is located about five miles inside the forest perimeter, near the old logging trail. Coordinates are locked in, but be ready for anything.**" Blackwood Forest. The name conjured images of ancient trees, impenetrable shadows, and whispered legends of things that lurked in the darkness. It was a place of isolation, a place where the digital world held little sway. But it was also a place of unknown dangers, a place where they would be completely cut off from the outside world. "Blackw

Dawn did not rise gently. It bled. The sky over Blackwood was painted in muted fire, streaks of crimson and ash smeared across a horizon still heavy with smoke. The air carried the aftertaste of iron and char, clinging to skin and throat. For a long time, Lena thought the earth itself might never draw a clean breath again. Every inhale pulled grief deeper into her lungs, and every exhale carried with it the weight of names she would never call aloud.