Evelyn Blackwood Novels & Stories

Or an enemy. Or a prank caller. It had belonged to Evelyn Blackwood. A woman who had supposedly been dead for seven years. And she had only said one sentence before hanging up. "Stop looking for me."

"Find Leon. I want to know where he is and why he hasn't returned. Take two men, but do not cross into Blackthorn territory without my orders." "Yes, Alpha." When the warrior left, Rafael faced Drake again. "Tell me what you've learned about Evelyn." Drake pulled a folded report from his jacket. "She was taken to Blackthorn several days ago. Kieran's scouts found her after the attack on the Cranes' home. She's still there, and we haven't confirmed that she's left the main residence." Rafael read the report, his expression hardening. "Has anyone spoken to her?" "Not that we know of."

Evelyn whispered to the empty room, her jaw clenching as she stared at Asher’s face on the screen. Her granddaughter—Cassian’s child—deserved every single advantage that Asher’s daughter would have. She would not allow Cassian’s line to be tossed aside like trash while Asher’s branch inherited the world. They were both Blackwoods. They both carried the blood. Evelyn set the tablet down and reached into her desk drawer, pulling out a heavy, leather-bound notebook with gold-edged pages. She unlocked the small brass clasp and turned to the back section. She picked up her fountain pen and turned to a fresh page.

Evelyn Becomes a Suspect By the time the council meeting lets out, folks are already whispering Evelyn Blackwood’s name. In Raven Hollow, suspicion has always traveled faster than truth, and Evelyn has spent her entire life learning what that means. She’s thirty-two now, one of the last Blackwoods left in Raven Hollow. The family’s been here longer than the oldest trees, and that history clings to her whether she wants it or not. You can see it in the way she moves quietly, careful, always aware of eyes that linger a little too long.

Sophie wandered over, since Evelyn hadn't returned. Evelyn cracked another sunflower seed and said slowly, "It's nothing. I just feel like today's funeral is a bit strange." "Oh well, forget that. Let's get to business. Let's sound out the Blackwoods and tell them to go after Lorraine, not the Hart family." Sophie pulled her aside to focus. Evelyn returned to the area near the mourning hall. Just then, two guests of special status arrived at the Blackwood estate. One was Anya, the mistress the head of the Blackwood family kept outside. She had never been allowed into the main house, but she often accompanied him to banquets.

​As twilight settled fully over the estate, casting a deep, indigo blanket across the sprawling grounds, the interior of Blackwood Manor transformed into a scene of quiet, warm elegance. For the first time in memory, the grand dining hall was prepared not for an intimidating corporate banquet, a tense negotiation with international shareholders, or a high-security briefing, but for a private, intimate gathering of the few people who formed the absolute core of Evelyn and Lucian’s world.

She tried to raise her voice but the dead silence engulfed her nerves. However, her calls didn’t go unnoticed. Not far away behind her, she heard a rustling of leaves. She turned, hoping to finally meet a company but instead, an unseen force pulled her. She screamed at the top of her lungs and resisted. She tried to run away, yet her efforts were futile. From the direction of the unseen force, a black hole materialized and the force only strengthened. Ellaine imagined resistance would tear her to pieces as the black hole sucked her completely. Even her head throbbed hard in her battle with nature.

Black Estates, America Evelyn had locked herself in a random cabin and was pacing back and forth like a mad woman. She wasn't asleep, she was just pretending. Dylan got a call from Mr. Swift and he immediately left. Taking the chance, Evelyn ran out of his cabin not caring about the weird glances which she was receiving by the people who were present in the hallway. She went inside a random room and locked herself inside it.

I watch the woman my brothers tell me I loved. The One. That’s what my journal tells me. Lillian Blackwood is my one. The problem is I can’t remember her. Not a single thing. All the descriptions I wrote about her don’t do her justice. Even while I watch her breakdown. While I watch my brother comforts her, over a dog named Benny. She’s still incredibly beautiful. “Are you willing to let that go?” Dylan asks as he watches the commotion in front of us.

She found the electrical service panel box, and when she opened it, I grabbed her wrist before she could touch the switch. “Let’s call a professional to check it, Eve,” I muttered impatiently. She looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry, Mr. Barclay. This isn’t my first time doing this. Besides, the dangerous stuff is on the second layer of the panel.” A high-pitched squeak echoed through the dark room as she was about to touch the old wooden box. Eve gasped, her hands trembling as she slowly tilted the flashlight upward. On top of the box, a tiny mouse squeaked again, its beady eyes staring at us as if welcoming us. Eve screamed, dropped the flashlight, leaped towards me, and clung onto me.