Father Blackwood Novels & Stories

Marcus was right; his left eye twitched whenever his son spat another bold remark—making me smirk as our eyes met. "I'd have drowned him at birth. A simpleton with demonic powers equals a bloody disaster! We all know how much Blackwood's image means to him! Having an unbalanced, uncontrollable son probably isn't what he banked on." My Father snickered nastily. "I think it's an act!" I suggested my eyes on Blackwood; for a man we all knew to show no emotion, he was sure giving away the disgust he evidently felt at his son's outburst. "The pair of them have always been cool, collected and patient! Something is off!"

He howled into laughter at the dubious headlines. "What about the werewolf news?" He asked as he cleared my throat, ready to read. "Every pack in planet earth now knows the name Tristan Blackwood. Whose packs span across countries. A father of four and a mate and husband to the goddess herself, Vanya Jacob Blackwood. " Then I added. "Do I even look like the goddess?" I giggled.

“What’s going on here, Malcolm? Are you giving the guards a hard time again?” The light glinted off a gold tooth as he grinned. Some guards chuckled, others shuffled around nervously. Malcolm straightened, a mix of respect and irritation in his tone. “Just testing the loyalty of our new recruit, father.” So this was Mr. Blackwood, the notorious drug baron who pulled the strings of this entire operation. His reputation preceded him. But seeing him in the flesh was a different experience altogether. He was a man accustomed to power, the kind that didn’t need to shout to make its presence known.

“Nope. No more running, or secrets. I’d rather fight a gun holding stepmother every weekend than hide you away again. This is our life now. you and me, for as long as you’ll have me, and even when you don’t ” My fear eased, replaced by a new warm feeling that brought a more natural smile to my face. “Mr Blackwood… you certainly have a way with words.” “I’ve been known to make Shakespeare jealous.” He boasted. I snorted as we stopped in front of his family. Well, his parents and Grandfather. Connor, his wife and Mark were nowhere to be found. “Grandfather, dad, mum.” His voice dropped an octave lower as he said the last word, but if Elizabeth was affected by it she didn’t show. “This is Myra.

Blackwood was reading through the files, pretending not to hear the conversation as her eyes scanned over the pages. Jax was under the impression that the attack had been covered up. He began to question the loyalties of his people and whether or not they were prepared to forgo their old Alpha when Jax rose to the title. “It has nothing to do with her.” Mr. Blackwood shook his head and walked up to his son. “Jax, she is the only common factor here. You’re either blind or lying. Neither is a trait I’m looking for in my successor.” Mr. Blackwood stood as straight as a tree and glared at his son.

“Or are you just that stupid you can’t---!” Damn, this man was never going to let me finish an insult! My rib broke under the onslaught of blows, and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. But still, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed… I mean--- This was THE Blackwood Pack! The biggest and strongest pack in the south, with so much money they could use it like freaking toilet paper! Alpha Christian Blackwood was infamous for how he led his pack with an iron fist, and he was rumored to be absolutely ruthless and a coldhearted bastard. But I must say, that if everything he’d done to me so far was his worse…

She leaned back against the headboard, closing her eyes, and for a moment—just a moment—she allowed herself to return to where it all began. The day their father died. Her own son. Fifteen Years Ago The Blackwood patriarch had been a cruel man. Powerful. Merciless. And utterly obsessed with legacy. When news of his death broke, the boardroom of Blackwood Enterprises became a battlefield. And at the center of it all stood Adrian. He was the eldest—by only a year—but the difference between him and Damion could not have been greater. Where Damion was quiet and calculating, Adrian was ambitious and aggressive.

He hid his contact and texted her this message, “Good day, Miss Sophia. I'm using the medium to inform you that your mother has less than five days to live if the treatment is not done on her. Kindly do the needful by prompt payment. Thank you.” He pressed send and the message sent. He chuckled slightly to myself as he stared at the sky, having confidence that it would trigger her to respond. “I'm such a monster.” He mumbled to myself, as he strode toward my luxurious car and drove off. ……… Alexander Blackwood is a son of the famous billionaire businessman, Williams Blackwood. He is one of the prominent business leaders during his time on earth. Upon his demise, his son Alexander, succeeded

It was a single, devastating word. BLACKWOOD. Elena stood up, her long black hair swaying with the movement. Dante Blackwood. The King of the North. The man who had been her father’s shadow and Grant’s greatest rival. "He’s back," she whispered. "He’s not just back," Marcus replied. "He’s hunting in our woods." Elena walked to the window, looking down at the city lights. Grant thought he was losing a wife. He had no idea he had just become the bait in a war between two gods.

Marcus didn't take his eyes off the road, but his jaw tightened. "Because a Blackwood doesn't need a medical chart to recognize his own blood, ma'am. Boss spent his entire life protecting an empire because he thought it was all his brother had left behind. Now that he knows those boys are his true flesh and blood, it doesn't matter if his mind is empty. His instincts know exactly who they are."