Caitlin Blackwood Novels & Stories

The table seemed to quiet down, as they all stopped and looked. There, standing at the head of it, looking down on them, was one of the most beautiful women Caitlin had ever seen. She was tall and blonde, well proportioned, with glowing green eyes, and wearing an outfit that was nearly skintight, surprisingly revealing for this time and place. She was dressed in all black, and Caitlin could immediately sense that she was one of hers: a vampire. Caitlin looked at Caleb, gauging his expression. She could tell that he was shocked, and saw how flustered he became, and Caitlin began to worry. She could sense that something had happened between these two.

Pushing through him and opening the door. Blair was sitting cross-legged on the ground, things flying around her. Her eyes completely blackened over veins pulsing from her four head and neck. I wanted to rush to her and hold her, but I had to think first; I had to control myself. I closed the door and turned back to her family. "She has rejected her wolf. I believe the pain she felt, remembering, unleashed something inside her, some evil that she has no control over." "Can you help her?" her father asked me. I could tell he was close to breaking.

A glass door at the end was etched with a simple word: BLACKWOOD A woman appeared from nowhere—tall, severe, flawless suit. “Ms. Moore?” “Yes.” “I’m Cynthia.” No last name offered. “Follow me.” Elena followed, heartbeat loud in her ears. Cynthia led her into a waiting area that didn’t feel like a waiting area. It felt like a place where you came to be evaluated. “Mr. Blackwood will see you now,” Cynthia said, and opened a door. Elena stepped through. The office beyond was enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows. City skyline spread like a crown at his feet. A dark desk the size of a dining table. No personal clutter. No warmth. And behind it—Adrian Blackwood.

Just steady. For once, I don’t feel like I am fighting it. I feel supported by it. The screen activates again. The person appears. Calm. Confident. “My name is Cassian Blackwood.” Everyone freezes. Adrian immediately recognizes the name. “No…” Cassian smiles. “Yes.” Ge pause. “The son everyone erased.” Cassian reveals the truth. “Before Harlan built the Blackwood empire, there was another relationship.” “Another child.” “A child born before Selene.”

“At least tell me what kind of bad shit.” She stops and looks at me with an expression of worry and pity and pretty much nothing good. “Blacktop is into drugs, sex trafficking, blood fight and a whole lot of disgusting stuff. The fucking Alexei you are madly in love with maybe linked to your sister disappearance.”

It was the thing I had been doing since I was twelve years old at the edge of my father’s business dinners, and it was the thing that had made me very good at understanding, before most people did, where the fault lines in any given situation were located. Tonight the fault lines were everywhere. Adrian Blackwood was at the far end of the room near the stage, working his circle with the practiced ease of a man who had been doing this for twenty years. Confident. Commanding. Greeting each person with the specific calibration of warmth that suggested intimacy without offering it. His wife, Lila Monroe Blackwood, was three tables away from him in a deep green dress, standing with two women I di

She didn't look like a woman who had spent the last forty-eight hours tracking illicit capital flows through the Brussels clearinghouse. She looked like an executioner who had comfortably arrived ahead of schedule. Across the table, Damien Blackwood sat back in his chair, his broad shoulders filling the space with a heavy, unbothered stillness. He had come straight from the Cornhill tower—the cold, calculating raider persona firmly locked back into place. His black dress shirt was buttoned to the throat, his silver-gray eyes fixed on Lila with a flat, unblinking intensity that offered absolutely nothing to the room.

I muttered my voice sounding more like a growl. "Oh" Kayla replied shortly. "Well scarlet let us not waste your precious time" Kayla began saying taking a few steps forward until she was standing right Infront of me again. "This here is Isla blackwood, she is the daughter of the billionaire Ethan blackwood, and also Axel's ex girlfriend, she is the one who dated him the longest, she dated him for four months" Kayla said like it was the most unbelievable thing on earth.

It was my turn to fake ease, I settled further in my seat, “what can I say, she’s special.” “Hmmm, of course she is. She’s the sister of that former actress, Myra, I think her name was. The one married to the Blackwood?” Austin posed it as a question but he wasn’t fooling anyone. “What a beautiful coincidence that the first woman you date is attached to the Blackwood family.” “What are you implying, Creed?” He smiled, “nothing. Just trying to get the information straight.” A shrill sound emanated from the office phone and I grabbed it, my eyes on Creed.

"Smart to be nervous, though. I’ve killed people for less than wasting my time." "I’m not wasting your time." I took a breath. "I’ve got info. Blackwood defenses, patrol routes, weak spots. All of it." The coin slowed. His eyes flicked up. "And why exactly are you selling out your own pack? Bad breakup? Want my job? Or is it… personal?" I hated how he said that last word. "Dane Blackwood took a mate," I said. "Some human girl called Freya Laurent." "Aww, young love," he said, fake sweet. "And that pisses you off because…?"