Constance Blackwood Novels & Stories

“And oh boy, Xareth it’s a long list.” His eyes narrowed, but the sound of battle grew louder. Steel clashed near the gates. The snarls of werewolves rang out in vicious unison. His soldiers were falling back, crumbling under the pressure. That’s when I saw her. Soaring through the sky above the castle, black robes billowing in the wind, a jagged staff clutched in her hand A witch. Perched on a broom carved from bone and ash. My lips curled into a giggle.

The moon hung low, casting long shadows over the rose bushes that smelled too sweet. "Running again?" Adrian followed, lighting a cigarette. "You're full of contradictions, Hart. Sabotage a man, then panic when it works." "I didn't sabotage anyone." "Right. And I'm here for the shrimp cocktails." He blew smoke into the night. "What's your grudge against Blackwood?" He asked her. "He's a cockroach in a suit." Adrian laughed in a low, surprised sound. "Most heiresses stick to insults like 'vulgar' or 'unrefined.'"

Chapter 186: Unfinished Business XENOIS "Xenois!" My mum's voice was loud enough to be heard from the entrance, and I turned to see both my parents approaching me with expressions of concern and relief written across her face. Silvia Blackwood looked as elegant and dangerous as ever, she wore her hair in her favourite style paired with the latest designer clothes that did little to hide the predator aura that marked her as one of the most formidable Luna and assassin in the region.

I growled. “Ms. Blackwood?” Daniel asked, feigning confusion, though his slick demeanor didn’t fool me. “She left. I can’t say where, but clearly, she’s not interested in lingering for conversation.” I stormed toward him, my voice low and dangerous. “You brought her here. You knew who she was, didn’t you?” Daniel smiled, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “I may have had my suspicions. She’s a valuable asset, Alpha Connor. One I think you’re underestimating.”

Roland said. Zeke got to the remote before I did and the images that flashed across the screen were shocking and they caught us by surprise. They showed a desolate scene on a quiet residential street, yellow tape everywhere, and reporters struggling to maintain composure. The breaking story: Gordon Blackwood—patriarch of the Blackwood Dynasty, had been found dead in a gruesome murder case. Authorities have asked anyone with information to come forward.

Thorne's smugness wavers. "The summoner is Valeria Blackwood, nineteen years old, trained in shadow magic using stolen texts from Morgath the Desecrator's personal grimoire." Hope clicks through evidence photos. "She has five conspirators embedded in Gathering attendees, planning to complete the final sacrifice during tomorrow's ceremony." Elder Blackwood stands abruptly. "That's my granddaughter. You're accusing my family—" "I'm stating facts, Elder Blackwood. Your granddaughter has killed six wolves already and plans to kill two hundred more. Whether you knew about her plans is a separate question."

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I exhaled softly as I walked through the gardens outside the main house, trying to clear my head for a bit while Nathan handled meetings with his Betas and Gammas. That fragile calm shattered when a voice, dry with disdain, cut through the quiet. “Well… I didn’t expect to see you walking out of the room so soon. One would have, at least, expected you to respect the fact that you were not wanted here.” A woman leaned against the stone railing ahead of me. She was tall and striking, dressed in black training clothes with a Gamma insignia stitched against her sleeve, and she glared at me as if I had personally ruined her life.

She grabbed her bag and stepped into the hallway, determined to push him out of her thoughts. That was when she heard voices again. “…Blackwood Industries stock stabilized overnight.” Zayrielle slowed. She shouldn’t eavesdrop. She knew that. But the name made her stop cold. Blackwood. The hallway television mounted near the elevator flickered to life. “—in other news, billionaire CEO Caeldrin Blackwood was notably absent from last night’s charity gala, fueling rumors of internal pressure from the Blackwood family—” Her breath caught. The screen shifted to a photograph.

That was not nothing. That was Evelyn Blackwood, who had spent sixty-four years managing the Blackwood family’s relationship with the world with the precision of someone who understood that every action was a statement and every inaction was a statement and that the statements accumulated into something that outlasted the individual moments that composed them, making a statement. I went to find Nina.