Fantasy Gifts Blackwood Novels & Stories

"Only Ms. Blackwood could do this without prior warning. Consider it permitted." Mandy laughed and nodded, turning to look at the gift bag. Inside, wrapped in a fancy paper, was a velvet box with a beautiful, delicate diamond necklace. Beneath it was another box holding a stunning evening gown in a shade of deep emerald, with matching heels. But the gifts weren’t just for her. There were smaller boxes with a tiny suit and little dress shoes for Axel, and even a set of premium building blocks he had been wanting from a catalog. Her eyes kept getting wider. "Finn…" she breathed, truly at a loss for words.

“ So, what do you want?” “Well, to give you these.” Matthew bent down and grabbed the bag he had off the floor and showed it to Salj. “What is that?” “It’s blackwood.” Salj’s normally droopy eyes lightened up immediately. “Let me see.” He almost ran to grab the bag out of Matthew’s hands but Matthew stopped him. “Whoa there. Easy. These are really heavy, okay? And highly radiated with mana. Right now they’re wrapped in special clothing so it’s safe.”

"No, this is... this is the only thing I can give you..." "You still don't get it," I cut him off. "Did you think I would willingly crawl back inside if you replaced my cage with a gilded one?" "Do you think that if you just snap your fingers, I'm supposed to crawl back to you, grateful, just like I used to?" "I'm giving you the world, Eloise!" "No. You're using an empire to buy yourself a clear conscience." I turned to the large screen and pressed a button on the remote. "Since Mr. Blackwood mentioned the 'advantages' of being a pureblood, let me show you all something interesting."

WARNING: THIS IS A COPYRIGHTED BOOK UNDER THE GOVERNMENT OF CROATIA, OWNED BY AMANDA STEEL. INFRINGERS WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY. THE AUTHOR HAS GIVEN GOODNOVEL THE RIGHTS TO PUBLISH THIS BOOK IN THEIR APP/WEBSITE. *** Every supernatural creature was told a story when they were children about a great gift that was given to them. This gift is truly precious, for it is their other half, the other part of their own soul, and it is called a mate.

I had no part in your abhorrent behavior as a teenager,’ Nero likes to remind me of that little fact, and oh, how I wish he had been there. Sawyer clears his throat, and I’d all but forgotten about the phone call, “It’s finished,” he chirped proudly. “Both the ring and the choker. Your mate will look absolutely stunning in these pieces. And of course, they will ensure her safety as well. I’ll send a text message on how to set up the app so when you come in to pick them up, everything will be set.” “Send me a photo of the finalized product too.” “Of course, Mr. Blackwood,” I could hear the grin in his voice. Sawyer’s family was instrumental in Blackwood’s history, designing jewelry for the ro

Iron trade caravans moved freely through the cleared mountain passes, carrying Northern timber, mountain iron, and sacred obsidian down into the fertile Southern valleys. Yet, despite two decades of uninterrupted peace, the blood of warlords ran thick in the veins of the young prince. At twenty years old, Prince Leo Blackwood was the living image of his father’s youth. Standing well over six-foot-four, he possessed the broad, muscular frame of a mountain war-wolf, unruly dark hair that fell over his brow, and striking, intensely gold eyes that burned like polished coins. But beneath his rugged physical power lay his mother’s sharp, strategic intellect and her rare, instinctual connection to

"What kind of logistical report requires a special delivery?" "Not a report," Lyra smiled, gesturing toward a small, neatly wrapped package resting on the corner of the mahogany desk. "A gift. From Marcus and the elite shadow-weaver guard unit. They commissioned a master artisan from the southern coastal province to craft a set of children's picture books—stories about the unified realms, featuring a brave little wolf and a sun-marked bird who travel across the mountains together."

I reached for my wallet, but the girl shook her head. “No need,” she said, her smile widening. “It’s already been taken care of.” I froze, my hand hovering over my wallet as I exchanged a confused glance with Elara. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice tinged with unease. The girl’s smile didn’t waver. “The Nightshades said that the Blackwoods can shop for whatever they need. They’ll always be taken care of.” Elara’s jaw dropped, her eyes widening in shock.

I swore that if he dared to provoke me, I would show him the true power of a Blackwood. “What’s wrong with you, Blackwood? You already have Giselle, and now you want Zara too. You're too greedy, bro. Don't you want to leave your marriage and marry your girlfriend? I hope it happens, Blackwood. Seize the opportunity,” he taunted, making my disgust for him grow even stronger.

"Just wanted some advice on gifts for the baby's one-month celebration. What would be appropriate?" "Really, the thought counts more than anything," I answered. "No need to spend much." "Well, I also wanted to share some good news! I just came from Blackwood Enterprises where I closed a new project deal!" "Congratulations," I replied flatly. "It's all thanks to our friendship, Serena! This is my first major project since returning to New York, and I was wondering..." her voice dropped to a honeyed plea, "could you maybe ask Mr. Blackwood to give me some special consideration? You know, put in a good word?"