Father Blackwood Novels & Stories

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

He was a man built of stone and disappointment, and currently, his disappointment was focused entirely on the man standing before him. Silas Blackwood stood in the center of the archive room, the gold-and-sapphire scars on his skin pulsing with a rhythmic, anxious light. He had come to tell his father about the formal recognition of Kaelen, but he hadn't expected the wall of "Scorn" that met him.

Blackwood to do something about it. Darky was a womanizer, a useless one at that. He wasn’t even good at the job but Mr. Blackwood had given it to him because he owed Darky’s uncle a favor. However, he was not going to let a favor owed be the reason for his multi million project to fail.

But it was impressive if he was indeed a blackwood. Damon Jr. began to process it, though it sucked and he didn’t want to accept it. But if his dad said Julian was a Blackwood, then he had no choice. Though he’d never heard of a Julian, the name Blackwood was synonymous with power. His family’s biggest backer, and he’d just insulted him.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Marcus asked. “I am sure he believes you cut him off for a reason….why still pretend he cares? Your father has always been a selfish man, all he thinks about is himself and no one else” Mr Blackwood said. Mr Blackwood poured another glass is vodka and reached out to Marcus. “Now that I remember, you are the kid who killed someone from Julian’s residence right?……..here, drink up” Mr Blackwood urged him to drink. Marcus collected the glass of vodka and gulped it down in one go.

Devon’s heel pressed into Axel’s bleeding chest as he tilted his head with mock confusion. “What’s funny?” he asked. “Do I look like a damn clown to you?” Axel coughed, a pitiful sound wet with blood. His breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling like it was stitched together with thread. And still—he laughed. Dry, rasping. “You must be insane,” he wheezed, spitting red. “Because Blackwood never had a son.” Devon’s expression shifted. The grin dropped. He lowered himself to Axel’s level, crouching so their eyes locked—one man’s eyes barely hanging onto life, the other burning with hatred centuries deep.

My father nodded at him. “Meet Mr Blackwood,” my father said. “Annabelle’s father. He has been my partner for many years.” Mr Blackwood looked at me tied to the chair. His eyes moved over my naked lower body. Cum still dripped from me. He smiled slowly. “Beautiful,” he said. “Just like her mother.” He walked closer. His hand touched my breast. He squeezed it. Then he looked at my father. “May I?” My father nodded. “She needs more training.”

"It's not just about that. There's so much more on there, things that could ruin everyone involved. We have to be careful." But Rachel how did you know all these things, Rachel took a deep breath and held my hand "Emma, I've been Mr. Blackwood's personal maid for a very long time," she began, her eyes searching my face for understanding. "I've seen and heard things that no one else knows. The USB contains evidence of his betrayals, his business deals, his... appetites." And also I never told you this but Harrison took me,I've worked for Mr blackWood before working here. Mr blackwood was Harrison's father's friend,and Mr blackwood was the one who killed Harrison's parents in a car accident an

“What did he mean, when he said the Moon remembers you?” She looked down at her gloved wrist, where the Mark still throbbed faintly through the leather. “It means I’m the last of its bloodline. The Black Moon was forged through sacrifice — through a binding that required a living heir to carry part of its power. That heir was my family. My mother before me. And now… me.” Zevran slowed his horse until they rode side by side. “You said the Echo was gone.” “It was. The Echo was the shadow of what the Moon once was. But the true essence — the core of it — it’s bound to me. Always has been.”