Faustus Blackwood Novels & Stories

"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

“I’m here to dismantle a lie that has ruled this empire for generations.” A murmur stirred. I let it build, let them twitch. Let them fear. “I stand here not as Lucien’s wife. Not as a Sinclair. I stand here as a survivor.” Lucien’s jaw tightened. I continued. “Reagan Blackwood founded a legacy built on blood. Not just wealth—but ownership of it. He curated a lineage. Created children in labs. Designed heirs. And when some of those heirs failed to obey, he buried them.” One of the older councilmen stood. “This is slander—”

And in the middle of that stillness stood a man. Tall, dressed in black velvet, hair loose around a face too beautiful to belong to anything human. He smiled when he saw me, as if we were old friends. “Well, look at you,” he said, clapping once. “The famous Lucas Blackwood. Alpha. Mate. Father. Occasional nightmare.” “Malachai.” My voice was a growl. The forest trembled when I spoke. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

The man himself stood with his back to them, gazing out through the panoramic windows at the city below. "Ms. Chen. Mr. Vitale." Blackwood turned slowly to face them. He was older than Maya had expected, with silver hair and sharp features that spoke of both intelligence and ruthlessness. "Thank you for coming." "Your invitation was... difficult to ignore," Maya replied carefully. A thin smile crossed Blackwood's face. "Please, sit." Two chairs faced his massive desk. Maya and Luca exchanged a glance before complying. "No Marcus Hoffman today?" Blackwood asked, taking his own seat.

Which have aided them in their money laundering. Mr. Edward Blackwood, the current head of the family, was married to Violet Blackwood née Conner. Their marriage was not initially founded on love. When the Conner family found themselves in significant debt, the Blackwoods lent them a helping hand, leading to the arrangement of Violet's marriage to the Blackwood's eldest son. Edward and Violet Blackwood had three children who stood to inherit their father’s legacy: two sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Sebastian Blackwood, was the golden boy of the family, the one everyone cherished. He maintained a spotless reputation, never getting his hands dirty as he delegated difficult tasks to oth

Only one man sitting above the Board. Only one person powerful enough to bury deaths. Erase records. Control corporations. And manipulate governments. The founder of Blackwood Holdings. The man Damian had admired his entire life. The man who supposedly retired years ago. The man Damian called grandfather. Arthur Blackwood. The room went completely silent. Then a gunshot shattered the window. Glass exploded inward. Everyone ducked instinctively. A second shot followed. Then a third. The mansion erupted into chaos. Charles immediately spun toward the darkness outside.

“Ethan Cross, he’s probably the only booksmart guy in their group and the only reason he is in their group.” “And that one, the deadliest of them all.” She did not need to point this time because the only one left was the guy I bumped into that morning. “Cyrus Blackwood.” I snapped my head at her as she said his name, “Blackwood as in…” “Yes, this entire college and its franchise is owned by his family. He is the worst of them all. He’s also the captain of their football team. He acts like the golden chosen child but one wrong move with him and your life will be hell.”

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.

My heels clicked against black marble as I stepped inside, the sound echoing back at me like a warning. “Miss Voss.” The voice came from the shadows to my left, low and velvet-rough. “You’re early.” I turned, clutching my small clutch like a shield. He leaned against the doorway in a perfectly tailored black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing ink and muscle. Damien Blackwood. Forty-two, according to the sparse information I’d found. Billionaire. Recluse. Owner of half the city’s secrets and, apparently, this entire building hidden behind an unassuming downtown façade.

Luisa kim added indignantly, "The worst part is that Scarlett Hayes is the one pulling the strings. What kind of heartless person comes up with such a vicious scheme?" I felt a shiver of fear run through me. Evan Blackwood was the cousin of Dominic Blackwood, and he had grown up under the old man's wing, charming everyone with his sweet talk. The old man adored him, or else he wouldn't have allowed him to carry the Blackwood surname.