Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

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?”

Savior to the packs, covens, and clans he'd pulled from the brink of extinction two decades ago, rebuilding Raven University from a charred ruin into the unassailable fortress it was today—the premier institution where the elite of our fractured world honed claws, spells, and fangs. Twenty years after the dust settled on those brutal fields, where he'd clawed victory from the jaws of oblivion with my mother at his side, Damian Blackwood was still the axis around which everything spun. He was the one every student feared more than finals or full-moon shifts. The one whose mere presence could silence a rioting quad or bend a vampire elder to uneasy alliance. And I was his son. Alexander Blackw

Dominic Blackwood stood in the doorway, his imposing frame filling the entrance. Unlike the disheveled Reynolds family, he looked immaculate in a charcoal suit. His storm-gray eyes swept over the scene, taking in everything with a single glance. “This is a private family matter," Victoria hissed, lowering her hand slowly. "You have no business here." "On the contrary." Blackwood stepped into the room, moving with the confident grace of a predator. "When someone catches a woman who's been pushed through a window, I believe that creates a certain responsibility."

Just as the dagger touched my skin, the chamber doors burst open. Eva Dawnrunner rushed in, her normally composed features tight with alarm. "Alpha Blackwood! Urgent communication from Blackwood territory!" The Silver Creek wolves murmured in disapproval at the interruption of sacred proceedings. "A moment," I said to Alpha Rosewood, setting down the dagger. I strode to the antechamber where Eva waited, her eyes wide with concern. "What is it?" I demanded. "A direct communication request from Dominic Blackwood," she replied, holding out my device. "He says it concerns Aurora."

The man asked the wounded man on the ground who responded by shaking his head negatively. "Shit" don't tell me..." The man hesitated "Black Moon?" He took it, didn't he? He asked as his eyes widened. "Argh," The man ran his hand in his hair frustratedly as he massaged his temples, pacing around Dave with anger. Dave moved slowly towards his feet and held it. Making signs for him to be saved. "You don't want to die? The man scoffed

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

Ava smirked. “She checked into a hotel,” Damon said. “She’s alone.” Ava grinned. “Perfect.” Damon’s gaze flickered with curiosity. “You really think she’s not going back to him?” Ava chuckled. “Oh, she’ll try.” She leaned back against the cushions, her expression dripping with satisfaction. “But Adrian Blackwood doesn’t let things slip through his fingers.” She tilted her glass in Damon’s direction. “He’ll chase her.” Damon smirked. “And when he does?”