Evelyn Blackwood Novels & Stories

Gaius The sting of Evelyn's claws still burned across my chest, even after I had dressed the wounds. I sat alone in my study, the faint scent of blood mingling with the leather of my chair. My mind reeled from the encounter earlier in the woods. Evelyn. Her wolf. That moment when she lunged at me, her eyes were feral and completely devoid of recognition. It wasn’t just an attack; it was chaos embodied, primal and uncontrollable. But when I confronted her after she shifted back, her confusion was genuine, her horror palpable. She had no memory of it—none. How could someone not know the destruction their wolf could unleash?

The baby smiled. Evelyn couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t even blink. The tiny hand remained wrapped around the edge of the broken wall while the newborn stared directly at her with eyes so dark they seemed to swallow the light around them. Black. Not brown. Not gray. Not silver. Black. The same black Evelyn had seen inside the Echo. The same black that had appeared in Elias’s eye. The same black that had followed her through every door. Alexander stepped in front of her.

Even if it means me seducing him. Even if it meant seducing Xander. “Miss Evelyn?” Mrs. Norma called from the front of the room. I stood immediately, giving Natasha a quick nod. “See you around.” I walked over to Norma, who handed me an ID badge. “Mr. Black is finally settled in his office. He’d like to meet you now. Follow me.” I nodded and followed her down the hall. My heart beat faster with each step. I needed to make a strong first impression. Hopefully, he wouldn’t recognize me.

I shifted in my heels, feeling discomfort under the unfamiliar man's slimy scrutiny. He didn't bother to hide the dark lust that simmered and consumed the greens in his orbs. "This is Ellie," Lorenzo said, his hand moving to rest on my hip in a gesture that was unmistakably possessive. "Elijah's sister. She's also a member of the Black Rose now." Something shifted in Vincent's expression. His eyes became hungrier, more calculating, as they traveled slowly down my body and back up. I felt like livestock being appraised at auction.

The last page is stained and unreadable Evelyn investigates the forest where the river bends—locals call it “The Hollow.” Inside the willow grove, she discovers ancient symbols carved into bark and bones buried beneath moss. An old woman named Maeve warns her: “The river doesn't forget. Neither should you.” Evelyn begins to dream of drowning.

They asked, referring to Elizabeth. I nodded. “Yes, she was the only person who could help me, so he got rid of her, but fortunately she got this before he ran off” “Who are you?” They asked. “Vanessa Blackwood” I haven't said that name in a long time. They all exchanged glances. “Go home Ms Blackwood, you just woke up from a coma, we will call you” “Will Raymond be brought to justice?” I asked, hesitant to leave. The policeman nodded. “This is enough evidence to lock him up.

“Fine I will apologize “she said grudgingly. “Good girl. If you want to get a man you must know how to get him in “Sandra said as she went to her fully convinced that Serena will do as told . I can’t remain like this ,powerless and at the mercy of people.if I’m going to go after someone it must be someone higher,way higher than Jake she thought . Just then a certain man came to mind and she made her decision. Ignoring the pain in her body,she hailed a cab to Benjamin Blackwood’s place. Benjamin Blackwood is the richest man in the city . He is not just Jake’s uncle,but the head of the Blackwood Group ,a top bachelor on every woman’s list .one thing she knows is that Ben and jake hates each ot

Business came first, as it always did. The moment I stepped out, my personal assistant, Evelyn Harper, approached me with her usual precision. Evelyn is sharp, efficient, and, perhaps most importantly, unflinchingly loyal. Today, her dark chestnut hair was neatly tied back, and her tailored suit gave her a professional edge that contrasted with her soft brown eyes. "Good morning, Mr. Blackwood," Evelyn said, her voice steady and composed. "Welcome back. How was your trip?" "It was productive, as always," I replied curtly. "What’s my schedule for today?"

The penthouse atop the Blackwood Tower was a monument to glass, steel, and a chilling lack of warmth. To the owners, Evelyn and her husband Elias, the space was a reflection of their status. To Elena, the woman who polished the silver and ironed the Egyptian cotton, it was a stage.

Timothy leaned back in the kitchen chair, the black fedora shading his eyes as he stared at the woman across from him. Lydia Blackwell—Gideon’s sister and the high-society frost queen of the Sopttyi District—was currently explaining why Timothy’s existence was a smudge on the family crest. "Little boy," Lydia purred, her diamonds catching the overhead light. "You’ll mind your manners in my company. You're a street-level ghost from Saati Town. A step above a stray."