Faustus Blackwood Novels & Stories

The hallway erupted in laughter. "Oops," a voice drawled mockingly. "Didn’t see you there, omega." I swallowed hard, my hands shaking as I reached for my books. "Pathetic," another voice chimed in. "I swear, the pack gets weaker just having you in it." I didn’t look up. The sheer amount of disgust dripping from the words let me know exactly who it was. Cassius Blackwood. The future Alpha. My worst nightmare. He stood with his usual smirk, arms crossed, exuding the effortless dominance that made everyone else fall in line. His friends—his pack—stood beside him, watching, waiting for the next cruel entertainment.

Council Member Ashlyn cleared her throat. “We are gathered here today to determine if Felicity Anais Blackwood is responsible for the death of Daniel Lucas Astor, the former future Alpha of the Bloodrose Woodland pack.” I felt Xavier tense beside me. She continued, reading from a document. “Alpha Roman claims that Felicity Blackwood took Daniel Astor on a late-night walk to the lake. They were gone for hours and later, Felicity was found covered in blood, holding Daniel’s lifeless body in the bushes. There was no sign of rogue activity, nor any report from the night patrol about an intrusion.”

Even Celeste instinctively turned her head toward the sound. A tall, imposing man emerged slowly from the shadows at the far end of the terrace. His bespoke black tuxedo seemed to merge with the darkness itself, and each of his measured steps carried a quiet, terrifying authority. No one announced him. No one needed to. Lucien Blackwood. The true patriarch and head of the Blackwood empire. He was the man whose single signature could decide the fate of billion-dollar corporations overnight—the one man even Adrian addressed with absolute, trembling respect. The color drained completely from Vanessa's face, leaving her paper-pale.

I stopped in front of the man. He refused to look at me. "Look at me." My voice was calm. He hesitated. Marcus grabbed his hair and forced his head up. Our eyes met. Recognition flashed across his face. Then terror. I knew him. Daniel Brooks. Senior analyst. Finance Division. Five years with Blackwood International. "Do you know how I built Blackwood International?" The employee stayed silent. I took another step closer. "By trusting very few people." A faint smile appeared on the man's bruised face. "Then enjoy that trust while it lasts, Mr Blackwood..." "What is that supposed to mean?" The man laughed weakly.

A slow, dark, and deeply knowing smile tugged at the corner of Damien's mouth. Elias felt the room spin. The shock was a physical blow, a volatile rush of adrenaline that turned his stomach hollow. The stranger in the dark—the ghost he had surrendered his dignity to, the man he had begged to fill him until he saw stars—was the very predator his father had ordered him to ruin. The natural enemy of his dynasty was the person who held the brands currently throbbing on his skin. "Blackwood," Victor Hawthorne hissed, his jaw clenching as he stood up, his presence radiating an immediate, aggressive hostility. "You're entirely out of your jurisdiction. This is a closed signing sequence. Your asset

Lucian and I lived in one of the houses on the south side. Usually, family interactions only happened during dinner at the main house. Never the other way around. No family member ever suddenly entered our house without a clear reason. So, when I stepped down into the living room and saw the figure sitting on the main sofa— I stopped. Mr. Arthur Blackwood. The founder and owner of Blackwood Corporation. The most powerful person in this family. Lucian's grandfather. He sat upright, his wooden cane leaning against the side of the chair. His suit was immaculate as always, his white hair combed back flawlessly.

She took an involuntary step backward. Blackwood sighed. "I had hoped we could do this privately." Morales moved between them. "Don't come any closer." Blackwood ignored him. Instead, he looked directly at Elias. "You've caused more trouble than you realize." Elias held his gaze. "You murdered my family." Blackwood smiled faintly. "No." "I preserved an empire." The words sent a chill through everyone present. Then Blackwood said something that made even Monica stare at him in disbelief. "You've spent thirty years searching for the wrong inheritance."

“My name is Elias, Miss. I am the butler of the Blackwood family.” I froze with my cup halfway to my lips. “Excuse me? Did you just say Blackwood? As in the Blackwoods? The alpha dynasty who own half the hotels, restaurants, and casinos on this planet?” “Yes.” I snorted. “Right. Try again.” “I assure you, Miss Liora, I’m telling the truth.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” I leaned back on the couch, squinting at him. “So what? Did I rack up a secret debt with one of their casinos? Because my luck at slot machines is bad, but not that bad.”

I spent my days working as a freelance illustrator, trying to save every penny for the baby growing inside me. My phone buzzed. It was a message from an old friend, a girl I hadn't spoken to since the divorce. Eve, have you seen the news? Are you okay? I can't believe he let it all go to hell after you left. My heart skipped. I opened a browser and typed in his name. The headlines were a bloodbath. BLACKWOOD EMPIRE COLLAPSES: LUCIAN BLACKWOOD DECLARES BANKRUPTCY. THE FALL OF A TYTAN: ASSETS SEIZED AMIDST SCANDAL.