Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

He moved with effortless confidence, like someone who'd never questioned his right to own everything he surveyed. Maya actually gasped and grabbed my arm. "Holy shit," she breathed. "Is that another Blackwood?" Harrison's posture stiffened slightly. "That would be Mr. Damien Blackwood, the first son of the Blackwood family." he said quietly.

"Gemma, we need to hear from you. George filed us in but you were the one in their custody." "The Obsidian Wolves are a powerful and ancient pack," I began. "They operate from the shadows. They're ruthless and have connections that run deep, even within human governments." I paused, taking a deep breath. "But their real power lies in their leader, Aedin. He's not just an ordinary person; he possesses powers unlike anything I've ever seen before. He has ambitions of dominating not just the werewolf world, but also humanity. He's searching for a way to control the world."

There was a air of command about him that had me somewhere between guarded and intrigued. "Morning" he greeted, his voice smooth as he approached “How’s our patient?” I frowned a little— I did not recognise him, even though he had been the one to aid me with that wolf. “Ethan Blackwood?" This was the part that got me as i tried to remember who he was caused i have heard about the name before "As in the Blackwood family, who owned land around Silverwood?" I asked to be sure if he was the one. He chuckled as he nodded , a small smile at the corners of his lips. “That’s right. I am in charge of the land, and hence, the wildlife. After watching the aggressiveness of this wolf last night. And I f

“No, I’m not saying it was nothing. I know it was scary, and I’m sorry you got pulled into it. It’s just… this sort of thing happens a lot. People trying to spook me. It doesn’t mean anything, because nothing ever happens.” “Bullshit,” Johnny snapped. “You know what happened at Davos.” “Johnny,” Connor warned. There was something dark and steely in his eyes. “What? What happened at Davos?” I asked fearfully – and then, a bit more confused, “…uh… what’s Davos?” Connor grinned. “Little town in the Swiss Alps, hosts the World Economic Forum. There was an incident two years back when I went there… a kook with a gun. Johnny took care of it.”

"He's demanding audience, Alpha. Says he has a proposition that might prevent... unpleasantness." Unpleasantness. Such a delicate word for the kind of territorial war that could paint these mountains red with supernatural blood. I found Blackwood waiting in the courtyard like he owned it, flanked by three wolves who moved with the particular swagger of creatures who'd never learned proper respect for established territory. He looked older than I remembered—gray threading through dark hair, lines around his eyes that spoke of years spent in exile—but his amber gaze held the same calculating intelligence that had made him dangerous three decades ago.

Ava woke to her phone exploding with notifications. Richard Blackwood had held his press conference at dawn. The headlines screamed across every major site. “Billionaire Feud Explodes: Damon Blackwood Accused of Using Best Friend’s Associate for Corporate Gain and Personal Pleasure.” Clips showed Richard at a podium looking every bit the wronged patriarch. He claimed Damon had manipulated the marketing campaign through an improper relationship with Ava. He even hinted at ethical violations that could invalidate contracts.

The city was still dark when Damian left Blackwood Tower. The conversation with the firefighter had ended nearly an hour earlier, but the words still echoed in his mind with unsettling clarity. Edward Blackwood. His grandfather. The founder of the Blackwood empire. A man who had built hospitals, research foundations, and entire industries in the name of medical advancement. A man Damian had once admired. And now possibly the man responsible for the chain of events that had nearly killed Evelyn. Damian drove through the quiet streets with the phone resting on the passenger seat beside him. The photograph the witness had sent remained open on the screen.

My heels clicked against black marble as I stepped inside, the sound echoing back at me like a warning. “Miss Voss.” The voice came from the shadows to my left, low and velvet-rough. “You’re early.” I turned, clutching my small clutch like a shield. He leaned against the doorway in a perfectly tailored black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing ink and muscle. Damien Blackwood. Forty-two, according to the sparse information I’d found. Billionaire. Recluse. Owner of half the city’s secrets and, apparently, this entire building hidden behind an unassuming downtown façade.

Serena’s phone lit up first. Then Asher’s. Then the wall-mounted market display behind the dining table flickered with breaking alerts. The same photograph appeared everywhere: a twenty-three-year-old Asher Blackwood standing in the rain outside the family estate, security on either side of him, the word DISOWNED stamped across the scanned document beside his face. THE BLACKWOOD DEVIL IS BACK—AND THIS TIME, HE HAS A WIFE TO HIDE BEHIND.

Ethan naturally gave him face. "You know what I do—always out poaching talent." "Poaching, huh?" Damon gave me a meaningful glance. His smile was mocking, almost sneering. "Your standards seem a little low these days." "What do you mean? Serena's highly sought after in the industry!" Damon didn't bite. "You probably haven't heard. Blackwood Business just brought in top talent from abroad—PhD from Meridona Wellington–Turner School of Business, formerly at Summit Bank. Now director of Investment Department Three."