Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

Ever vigilant, ever protective. Finally,the rear door opened . Damien Blackwood stepped out,dressed in a tailored black suit. Cold, powerful and untouchable. His mere presence commanded the entire space. Whispers immediately spread. “ That`s Damien Blackwood , the youngest billionaire in the country. He is even more handsome in person.” “ Why is he here?,” No one knew. Except Lucas, because his Alpha true purpose has nothing to do with business. He had come for his mate. Damien`s red eyes briefly swept across the building. His wolf stirred, because his mate was very close. The sensation was stronger now. She was here, inside this building.

Behind me, the antique clock ticked louder than a bomb. I didn't turn. Couldn't face those ice-blue eyes that saw every weakness. “Elena Davids found a loophole in the…” I tried to explain, but she cut me off. “A Blackwood,” she said, her voice cold, “does not get outmaneuvered by some ambulance-chasing lawyer.” Her cane tapped against the Persian rug, once, twice before she circled into view. At eighty-two, she moved with the lethal grace of the panther she'd had stuffed over the fireplace. “Especially not by the husband of a girl we allowed into this family.”

Controls has never been his strong suit. "My name is Mr. R.J Dawson. But you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more and nothing less" his voice was cold and straight to the point. It cut through the air like an arrow piercing everyone’s ear with his dark bass stuffed voice. Mr. Dawson had on a black well tailored suit with a white crisp shirt and a black tie. He looked like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot. He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless.

David ordered and Blake nodded and walked out with his men. "David wipe that worry on your face because Maya is very good at reading people especially you. " Oscar said and David nodded and they both moved downstairs and joined the party as nothing happened. To be continued

Inside Damon Blackwood carried the weight of an unheard storm. Tall, broad-shouldered, and shockingly composed, he was the kind of man whose presence quieted rooms. Precision cut jet-black hair framed a face made from harsh angles, cheekbones carved like stone, lips set in an incomprehensible line. But his eyes caused the air to stop in her throat. ice-blue, cutting, cold, devoid of warmth. Neither spoke for a little instant. Then he started the quiet breaking. Let's not pretend this implies something. She cut the words over her.

"Did we?" Her smile faltered before she turned to Sylvan, holding out a crystal decanter. "Alpha Thorne, would you care for some of our specially aged wolfsbane wine?" She leaned forward to pour, deliberately displaying her ceremonial collar that marked her high rank. "I'm Keira Blackwood. My father is Head Beta of the Eastern Ridge Pack." Sylvan regarded her coldly. "Is that so?" "I've heard so much about your Blood Moon operations. So impressive for a second son."

We barely made it past the entryway before the first vulture circled. "Claire." The voice was smooth, dark, and entirely unwelcome. David Blackwood stood by the champagne tower. He looked impeccable in a midnight-blue tuxedo, holding a glass with casual elegance. "David," I said, keeping my voice cool. "Alexander," David nodded to his brother, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're walking well. I heard a rumor you were bedridden." "Don't believe everything you read," Alexander said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I'm standing right here."

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”