Constance Blackwood Novels & Stories

Luna’s voice was low and composed as she began: OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE BLACKWOOD CORPORATION “The Blackwood family has endured many challenges, but few as regrettable as the recent public display orchestrated by Mrs. Angela Walter Blackwood. While we respect the pain of personal loss, the fabrication of events and manipulation of public sympathy are not expressions of grief — they are deliberate acts of malice. Walter Blackwood, my uncle, is under private medical supervision following a severe mental health episode resulting from his own misconduct. Out of respect for his condition, we will not release further details. As for Justine Blackwood, he is alive, well, and in contact with our

Ivy arrived at Crescent Falls at 11:55 PM, with Justin hidden in the treeline and a dozen of her best warriors scattered throughout the area. If this was a trap, she wouldn't walk into it unprepared. At exactly midnight, a figure emerged from the darkness. It was a man she'd never seen before, ancient, with a face carved by centuries of life, wearing robes that marked him as Council Elder. "Alpha Blackwood," he said in a voice like grinding stone. "I am Elder Konstantin. I've been waiting a very long time to meet you."

Which have aided them in their money laundering. Mr. Edward Blackwood, the current head of the family, was married to Violet Blackwood née Conner. Their marriage was not initially founded on love. When the Conner family found themselves in significant debt, the Blackwoods lent them a helping hand, leading to the arrangement of Violet's marriage to the Blackwood's eldest son. Edward and Violet Blackwood had three children who stood to inherit their father’s legacy: two sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Sebastian Blackwood, was the golden boy of the family, the one everyone cherished. He maintained a spotless reputation, never getting his hands dirty as he delegated difficult tasks to oth

But as I approached the front door, it opened, and Connor walked out, and when he saw me, he closed the door and smirked. He leaned toward me, slipping his hands into his pockets, and I scoffed, wishing to punch the dumbass in the face. “Noah Blackwood. What a surprise to see you here!” He chuckled. “After the stunt you pulled at the restaurant, I wondered when I’d bump into you and have a one-on-one moment like this. You probably thought I was a fool when I kept quiet while you insulted me and Giselle.” “She’s the mother of my children.” I narrowed my eyes at him, closing the gap between us. “Aren’t you ashamed of raising another man’s family?”

he asks shaking his head. “Yeah, I found some too.” “Daniel said the police will be here soon.” He holds on to me tighter. I take Benny back up to Lucy, who to my amazement is still asleep. By the time I get back downstairs, the police have arrived. “Constable Cody Harris.” the young officer says as I walk in the door. “Mrs Blackwood tells me you know the man your mother saw.” “Yes, it’s the man the police are currently hunting down. Dean Bertrand.” he looks at me with young wide eyes and notes it down. Oh great. Amateurs.

“Nope. No more running, or secrets. I’d rather fight a gun holding stepmother every weekend than hide you away again. This is our life now. you and me, for as long as you’ll have me, and even when you don’t ” My fear eased, replaced by a new warm feeling that brought a more natural smile to my face. “Mr Blackwood… you certainly have a way with words.” “I’ve been known to make Shakespeare jealous.” He boasted. I snorted as we stopped in front of his family. Well, his parents and Grandfather. Connor, his wife and Mark were nowhere to be found. “Grandfather, dad, mum.” His voice dropped an octave lower as he said the last word, but if Elizabeth was affected by it she didn’t show. “This is Myra.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

"This is insane. You're telling me my parents were murdered by your mother because of some ancient magical duty that now falls to us?" "That's exactly what I'm telling you." He turns to face me. "And the Convergence is coming, Elara. November 15th. Less than a month away. My mother brought me back because she needs a Blackwood for the ritual. But she wants to perform a corrupted version—one that won't just contain the darkness, but channel it to her." "And she needs both of us for that?" My head is spinning. "No. She needs me as the Blackwood conduit. But for her version to work, she needs to eliminate the Nightingale counterbalance." His eyes meet mine. "You."

Victoria's poison was working again. "Mrs. Blackwood," Dr. Morrison said, "are you going to come voluntarily, or do we need to involve additional security?”

Pressed into it, the symbol of a chess knight. Marcus saw it immediately and his expression darkened. “No..." Elena looked at him. “You know it?" He nodded slowly. “I hoped I'd never see it again." She broke the seal and inside was a sheet of paper. No greeting. Just a single paragraph which she read out loud disregarding the “read when you’re alone” sign. **Michael Blackwood has spent nineteen years chasing ghosts. The Consortium he feared no longer exists. It collapsed years ago. What remained was one man using its name to settle old scores. Everything ends today. Let him tell you why.**