Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

My attention had already drifted to the back of the stables, where a heavy wooden stall rattled under the force of a massive, restless animal. I walked over. Inside was a purebred black stallion. He was towering, his coat gleaming like obsidian in the dim light, and he was currently stomping his hooves, snorting aggressively at anyone who walked past. I stopped right at the edge of his enclosure. The stallion turned his massive head toward me, letting out a sharp, warning breath. I held my ground. Slowly, I reached my hand over the wooden gate. "Miss, please step back!" Davies yelled, his voice cracking with panic as he rushed over. "That's Mr. Blackwood's personal mount! He doesn't let anyo

Now I stood in the private lair of the three men who owned half the city’s skyline, and apparently they wanted to own me too. “Miss Voss,” a deep voice rumbled from the shadows near the bar. “You’re late.” I turned, and there he was—Damien Blackwood, the eldest of the Blackwood brothers. Tall, broad-shouldered, with midnight hair and eyes like polished obsidian that seemed to strip me bare without even trying. He wore a black dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. The kind of man who commanded boardrooms and bedrooms with equal ease.

But nothing with us was ever simple. The gala was at the Blackwood Tower penthouse. Crystal chandeliers, champagne, and predators in suits. Elena looked lethal, dress slit up to her hip, cleavage on full display. Heads turned as we entered. Victor Blackwood himself spotted us immediately. Tall, silver-haired, early fifties, with eyes like a shark. “Elena Voss. And the prodigal stepson returns.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Your father was a thief. Come back, what’s ours?”

Victoria was marrying Damien Blackwood. Even just thinking the name did something strange. Damien Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Empire, one of the most powerful companies in the country. Thirty years old. Built like someone had designed him specifically to stand at the top of things and never come down. I had seen his photographs in newspapers and on business pages, always in a dark suit, always with that expression like he was already three steps ahead of whatever room he was in. He did not look like a warm person. But Victoria didn’t need warm. Victoria needed powerful. She needed the kind of man whose name opened doors and Damien Blackwood’s name didn’t just open doors. It built them.

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Before Adele could reply Daisy pushes him aside and hugs her tightly and says " Tell me about him. Who is he? How is he? Is he good looking?" Axel gives a low growl and says " Your mate is right here. Why are you thinking about other males?" Daisy snorts and says " Oh.. shut up Axel. Adele has just found her mate so obviously, I want to know more." She then ignores him and urges Adele to tell her. Adele smiles at her and says " His name is Chris, Alpha of the Blackwood pack." " You mean the strongest Alpha Chris Black?" asked Daisy amazed. Adele nods and Daisy squealed with delight and hugs her friend again. " I saw him yesterday. He's hot." The last words she whispers slowly to Adele.

“That’s right. Now, do you know why it was renamed Blackwater Valley?” “Uh, I don’t think so.” Richard felt as though he’d learned all of this at one time. “I assumed it was because the town’s on the river, or from it being part of the Rock River Valley. Something along those lines.” He suddenly felt foolish. Deadmond took the eyeglasses from his head and began cleaning them with his shirttail. “Well, the original village of Shaw Valley was platted in 1829, and thrived almost immediately. But in 1832, the year of the so-called Black Hawk War, malaria struck the township’s settlers. Devastated them. A bad strain, too: raging fever, blood in their urine, massive destruction of the red blood ce