Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

She was always the useful pawn I manipulated from the shadows. And now the whole game was teetering on the edge of collapse. I can’t get caught, especially not now. Dominic Blackwood. The very name made my jaw tighten. The man was dangerous. Ruthless. Respected by the entire valley and its Alphas—not just because of his strength, but because of his damned sense of honor and loyalty. He would come for his mate. He would not stop. I had seen it in his eyes during the last council meeting, when he barely contained his fury.

One truth remained: they had to go to Blackwood. It was not only tradition, but necessity. The Blackwood domain had long been a nexus between wolves and humans, a place where alliances and rivalries intertwined like tangled vines. Most importantly, it was where Damien Dowell reigned—not as an Alpha, but as a billionaire whose influence stretched far beyond wolf packs into the veins of human power.

BLACKWOOD: BATTLE FOR THE BLACKWOOD EMPIRE BECOMES A FAMILY FEUD EX-WIFE EVELYN BANNER SNAPS UP HOLLYWOOD ACTOR AND MILLIONAIRE ZEEK BLACKWOOD A SLAP IN THE FACE: DAMIEN BLACKWOOD'S DIVORCEE FINDS LOVE WITH HIS ESTRANGED BROTHER The Blackwood name. It was the poison that laced every headline. I knew it was coming. After Zeke’s wonderful announcements last night about my divorce and the proposal, it was only normal that America learnt about everything as soon as they woke up this morning.

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.

He didn’t belong here—and yet, he looked like he owned the night itself. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But Blackwood does inspire violent fantasies.” “Who are you?” “Call me Rhys.” The name didn’t ring any bells, but his smile did something dangerous to my pulse. There was mischief in his eyes. But something darker too. Something that made the hairs on my neck stand. “You shouldn’t be up here,” I said cautiously. “Neither should you,” he replied. I crossed my arms. “Are you with the press?”

Blackwood Renewables – solar farms in Nevada, wind farms in Texas. Blackwood Mining – small but profitable stakes in minerals/metals. Luna kept reading, growing more intrigued by their vast wealth. Real Estate & Development (The Prestige) Blackwood Estates – luxury residential developments across Dallas, Houston, Austin, and Vegas. Blackwood Commercial – office towers and shopping complexes. Blackwood Resorts & Hotels – five-star hotels and casinos in Vegas, Dallas, and Dubai. Blackwood Aviation Hubs – private hangars, FBOs for elite flyers. Finance & Investments

"Guys, come into the parlor for a second. We need... a family meeting." Damon Blackwood, the former Alpha, stopped in his tracks. He was a mountain of a man, gray at the temples but still possessing the terrifying presence of a wolf who had led for thirty years. He looked at his youngest son, one eyebrow arching. "A meeting? At midnight? Jax, if you crashed the SUV again..."

People had always said they looked perfect together. I sniffed and shook my head slowly. Why was I still crying over those two losers? I tossed the phone aside and lay back, staring at the ceiling and then, without warning, a name surfaced in my mind. Blackwood. My hand moved before my brain could catch up. I picked the phone back up, opened I*******m, and typed his name. The profile appeared almost immediately. Alexander Blackwood. 50 million followers. No pictures. No posts. Nothing but a verified badge and a blank grid.

he repeated softly, but his voice was sharp and cutting. Richard went stiff, realizing too late what he’d just said. His hand loosened on Sophia’s arm but didn’t release her. “I just meant she’s my wife. Legally. You can’t just—” “Can’t what?” Damian cut in, no hint of his usual smile. “Can’t stop the man who’s been poisoning our sister?” Dr. Cross shifted nervously, her voice shaking. “Please, gentlemen. Mr. Blackwood is a respected businessman—” “Is he?” Lorenzo asked quietly, pulling out his phone. “Doctor, have you ever heard of Dante Industries?”