Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

His presence was intimidating, his aura exuding malevolence. Ava knew who the man was. He was the original bearer of the Blackwood name, a retired marine soldier, Albert Blackwood. Albert pointed his fancy walking stick at Ava, saying gruffly “I haven't seen this one before” “She's new,” said Liam. Albert narrowed his eyes on her. “I can see that.” he gave Ava a once-over, scrutinizing her from head to toe. Ava swallowed hard, she could barely hold eye contact with him. Albert asked “What were doing to him? Taking advantage of the fact that he can neither see nor walk”

"What brother? Who is this Mr. Blackwood you’re so afraid of? As far as I know, they are common people with the name ‘Blackwood.’” "Correct but there's only one widely known 'Aiden Blackwood,' sir." Charles Robert’s breath caught. The color drained from his face so completely his wife took a step forward, alarmed. His hand, holding the phone, began to tremble slightly. He knew that name. Every businessman with any global sense knew that name. It wasn’t just a name; it was a power to be reckoned with. "Aiden… Blackwood?" Charles repeated hoarsely . "Of the Blackwood family? The… the owner of BLAQ?"

"Your boyfriend has abandoned you, but Damian is willing to take you in, if you'd just agree to join him. You know, he's merciful, unlike his brother, who is also your boyfriend. I mean, I would have killed you on sight, sliced your body in half and keep one here in France and the other at Dashiell's gate," I gasped, the ropes adding immense pressure to my stomach. Brother? My thoughts drifted back to the night when Adela told me that Dashiell had a brother. "I see you are surprised," Anthony laughed. "Damian Blackwood is the first son of Donovan Blackwood, and no…he is not illegitimate, he was born from the same womb as Dashiell. And he is here to redeem us from this era of darkness." A cou

There was a air of command about him that had me somewhere between guarded and intrigued. "Morning" he greeted, his voice smooth as he approached “How’s our patient?” I frowned a little— I did not recognise him, even though he had been the one to aid me with that wolf. “Ethan Blackwood?" This was the part that got me as i tried to remember who he was caused i have heard about the name before "As in the Blackwood family, who owned land around Silverwood?" I asked to be sure if he was the one. He chuckled as he nodded , a small smile at the corners of his lips. “That’s right. I am in charge of the land, and hence, the wildlife. After watching the aggressiveness of this wolf last night. And I f

"Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…" Suddenly black smoke emits from the words, a figure emanating from the black smoke. "I'm finally free, free from the clutches of the chronicles. It's time to claim the world once and for all and create a New Dawn under my rule." The voice chuckled. "What's happening?" I shuddered, the sinister aura cloaking the smoke. "The King of the Vampire has arrived."

Severin Blackwood. A man she’d only heard about in sharp fragments, like broken glass, Wealthy, Ruthless, Dangerous, And for some reason, obsessed with Damian’s marriage and the Blackwood inheritance. “Ma’am?” the front desk attendant called softly. “Your pass has already been pre-approved, You can go right up.”

**Ethan’s POV** The ride to the club felt longer than it should have, mostly because Davel and Ivan wouldn’t stop ranting. I never knew a man with such few words, always so sophisticated and well-mannered, could be this wild… this loud. “Are you really Davel Fadnavis?” I finally ask, unable to hold it in. He grins, leaning back casually. “Darling, this is the real Davel. The one you knew? Just the manager of Blackwood’s CEO.”