Father Blackwood Novels & Stories

And when her heart did break — when her baby was stillborn or born into his arms — Samuel would gaze at her, the same supplicating gaze her father gives him, and lie to her: No Anderson escapes from him. His fists are doubled over on the table, his veins pulsating under tight, distended skin. His voice grows to a whisper in the quiet, lifeless, and flat, as if he were talking to phantoms that he had summoned up. "I killed your father, girl and I'll kill the rest of you, if I have to. Slowly. Quietly. To the last. That's Blackwood Hall's law." The whisky seared his throat when he swallowed. He set the glass down on the table, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes — not to relax, but t

he blurted with a chuckle. “Father,” Greys voice called from the door. I thought I saw fear flash in Mr. Blackwood's eyes just before his hand dropped from my arm. *******

I strode under it every morning with a cocktail of irritation and reluctant pride churning in my gut. Because that wolf? That snarling, eternal guardian? It was my father. Damian Blackwood. Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. Chancellor of this sprawling bastion of supernatural academia. Legend to the old guard who'd fought beside him in the Blood Wars. Monster to the rogue elements who still whispered of his ruthlessness in shadowed taverns. Savior to the packs, covens, and clans he'd pulled from the brink of extinction two decades ago, rebuilding Raven University from a charred ruin into the unassailable fortress it was today—the premier institution where the elite of our fractured world honed cl

My mother said as some sort of explanation. "It doesn't justify it!" I retorted. "What you're doing to that woman…" I pointed behind me. "It's not right." "Oh, then if you have someone else, why don't you hand them over?" She asked with a snarl. "I'll let the one person we can keep wrapped around our fingers go and let you bring someone who we have nothing against. This is why blackmail works, Elias. You take what they cherish and they do everything you want."

Nathan said, running his hand through his hair in exasperation. He spun one of his monitors toward me. The headline made my stomach tighten. RICHARD BLACKWOOD DENIES ALL ALLEGATIONS. "He held a press conference?" I asked, shock evident in my otherwise hoarse voice. "Oh, he did more than that."Nathan clicked play. Richard Blackwood appeared on the screen.For the first time in my life, I was looking at the man responsible for destroying my mother's life. He looked nothing like the monster I had imagined. He was handsome, Well dressed. Calm in a way that made you trust him.

“Blackwood Global controls half the industries this family touches. Do you understand what that debt has cost us in leverage for thirty years? Richard Blackwood is offering to erase it. All you have to do is sign.” “All I have to do.” I picked up the folder despite myself, because some numb, obedient part of me still hadn’t learned to say no to them. My fingers found the first page. Damian Blackwood’s name sat there in dense black print, cold and unfamiliar, a man I’d only ever seen in tabloid photographs, always in shadow, always described in the same three words. *Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.* “They say he’s never even been photographed smiling,” I said quietly.