Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

She called out but David didn’t answer and got into his car, headed back to Mr Blackwood’s residence without me or the Elysium. *************************************************** “I couldn’t find the Elysium sir” David arrived and reported to Mr Blackwood. “What do you mean you couldn’t find the Elysium?! You said you saw it at their place!” Mr Blackwood said. “Yes, I did but when I returned I couldn’t find it anymore” David said. “Or are you trying to hide it from me to use it against me?!” Mr Blackwood asked. “Of course not! I swear on my son’s life, I didn’t find the Elysium” David said.

Damon glanced at his wristwatch, his patience thinning. "She should be out by now, it's been over ten minutes." “Master,” Tiger spoke up, a sly smile playing at his lips. “Is she the one?” Damon asked, his eyes scanning for answers. “Yes, boss, she’s Kane Blackwood’s daughter," He said with a grin on his face. "Good; this is the perfect opportunity for us, a direct line to Blackwood territory.” Damon smiled, turning his face to the direction of Anna's room.

"But everyone knows Dante Blackwood isn't an ordinary man. There was a fire at the old sawmill years ago, and they say he was the only one who walked out of the flames alive, while the others... well, the fire didn't leave much for the morgue. Since then, he and his group act as if they own every inch of asphalt and forest." "They say he has scars that didn't come from the fire," whispered the first woman, leaning closer to Helena with a solemn look. "They say he's marked by something no doctor can explain. Stay away from him, girl. The desire of a Blackwood is like the embrace of a storm: it seems fascinating from afar, but it destroys everything it touches."

"Seven. Four more in the hospital. Two of them won't be back to work." There was silence. Volkov moved his hand to the edge of the bed, gripped it once, and Released it. "The Blackwood woman," he said. "Aria Thornwood." "Her father withdrew all European support from the Blackwood family as of this morning. She's reportedly preparing to return to Europe." "And Damon Blackwood." "At the family residence. He hasn't left." Volkov slowly turned his head to the window. His face looked sharp and calm, showing nothing....except to someone who knew him well enough to see the signs.

It was about a father’s delusion, a predator’s regret, and the blood that was about to be spilled on a mountain he couldn't even see. ​Arthur Blackwood sat in the dark, a king of nothing, waiting for the first report from the Jackals. He was a man ready to die to "save" the daughter he had already destroyed.

I wanted him. Raven Blackwood. Raven Blackwood was the son of my father’s best friend Richard Blackwood. He was twenty years old this year. He followed after his father’s steps and took over his business just at the age of eighteen. He had dark hair, which looked sharper than shadows, and his gray eyes. Well, they looked like some storm that was on the verge of destruction. Everyone admired him and feared him. And me? Well, I was no exception either.

Paper-thin. He was older — late 50s, maybe 60. White stubble coated his jaw. His face was drawn, but intact. No bruising. Just exhaustion carved into bone. Ava stepped in first, sidearm raised. “Alive,” she whispered. Damon froze at the threshold. “No…” He took a step forward. “No, that’s not possible.” Ava turned. “You know him?” Damon’s voice cracked in a way it hadn’t in years. “That’s… that’s Micah Blackwood.”

The Blackwoods were the ones organising it this year, a prestigious duty that only served to fuel my stepmother's ego. ​It was, predictably, another avenue and opportunity for Vivienne Blackwoods to throw her weight around. She was everywhere, moving with theatrical purpose, ordering everyone and giving instructions to a host of hired help and socialites as if she was the undisputed matriarch of the Blackwoods clan. Her voice, sharp and high, grated on my nerves.

“Blackwood Global controls half the industries this family touches. Do you understand what that debt has cost us in leverage for thirty years? Richard Blackwood is offering to erase it. All you have to do is sign.” “All I have to do.” I picked up the folder despite myself, because some numb, obedient part of me still hadn’t learned to say no to them. My fingers found the first page. Damian Blackwood’s name sat there in dense black print, cold and unfamiliar, a man I’d only ever seen in tabloid photographs, always in shadow, always described in the same three words. *Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.* “They say he’s never even been photographed smiling,” I said quietly.

Hello, Eva said with a calm voice; at the other end she heard a familiar deep and dominant husky voice, she knew at once it was Damon, He said, Eva, it's been a while, how are you doing, Eva rolled her eyes and scoffed wondering why he had the guts to call her, How did you get my number, and why did you call me? Eva barks in a harsh tone demanding answers. Damon was not surprised at her outburst; Eva, calm down; I have something important I would like to discuss with you, Damon said. As for how I got your number, you should know already I'm Damon Blackwood. I get whatever I want, I have everything and everyone at my bark and call. Damon said with his words filled with ego and pride;