Faustus Blackwood Novels & Stories

Luna’s voice was low and composed as she began: OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE BLACKWOOD CORPORATION “The Blackwood family has endured many challenges, but few as regrettable as the recent public display orchestrated by Mrs. Angela Walter Blackwood. While we respect the pain of personal loss, the fabrication of events and manipulation of public sympathy are not expressions of grief — they are deliberate acts of malice. Walter Blackwood, my uncle, is under private medical supervision following a severe mental health episode resulting from his own misconduct. Out of respect for his condition, we will not release further details. As for Justine Blackwood, he is alive, well, and in contact with our

With a dark, feral grunt, the massive Alpha violently threw his weight onto the steel bar. SCREECH. The sound of thick iron nails tearing out of cheap wood violently split the air. Jax stepped up right beside him, curling his massive, calloused fingers under the splintering wood where Fennigan had created a gap. With a synchronized, terrifying surge of pure werewolf strength, the two brothers ripped the entire top half of the lid clean off. The rough pine completely shattered, exposing the dark interior of the crate. And there he was. Damon Blackwood. The monster who had built a slaughterhouse under their feet. His skin was pale and waxy in the dim fluorescent light of the loading bay, his b

Without warning, the lights in the room flickered, and the monitors blinked out one by one, replaced by a single image—a face. Blackwood. His cold, calculating eyes stared at them from the screen. “Well, well,” his voice came through the speakers, smooth and venomous. “I was wondering when you would show up.” “Blackwood,” Isabella said, her voice sharp. “We’re shutting you down. Lazarus ends here.” “You think you can stop me?” His laugh was low, dark. “You can’t even begin to understand what I’ve created. Lazarus is beyond your reach, Isabella. It’s already too late.”

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.

“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.

I said. "Charlotte, I am telling you-" He tried to say something but I showed him my palm. "I don't want to hear more senseless excuses from you, Mr. Blackwood. You sent a notice to a mother. Now, be my guest and see how I will destroy this whole Blackwood legacy. You played a very wrong move." I said or rather threatened him. "Charlotte, please, forgive me." He suddenly fell on his knees which shocked me to the core. The great Sebestian Blackwood was on his knees, begging me! It was an unbelievable sight for me. He never yield to anyone rather, made others to act upon his wish.

Kira said in a cunning tone. "Xavier, this is your sister-in-law and your supposed bride-to-be," Alpha Lartes spoke up immediately after she was done speaking. I did not turn to look at Xavier but I could sense that he was confused. "Your Highness," Kira said as she got up from her chair and then held her dress —which had a tale of once being extravagant but which now looked like it had seen many days– on both sides and then courtesy before Xavier. "I am Kira Blackwood, the daughter of Faustus Blackwood, the Alpha of the Black Water pack," Kira announced herself.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

It finally stopped growing smaller but then it was already two feet shorter than Blackfur, and less ferocious. “Never seen anything like this in my life before,” Elder Xhang frowned. “Do you have any explanations for this Elder Faustus?” Elder Faustus peered at the small wolf. “It seems that is the boy’s original wolf. He can’t go on with his father’s anymore. He’s dead now more than ever. We should call off the fight.” “True!” Elder Obada agreed. He had been silent all the while and everyone turned to look at him. He stood up just as Blackfur neared the small wolf.

And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.