Novel & Cerita Faustus Blackwood

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.”

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.

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.

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.

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

He yawns in response, stretching luxuriously before settling back into his self-appointed position as store guardian. I flip the sign to OPEN and start my morning routine—dusting shelves, rearranging displays, processing the new shipment that arrived last night. The methodical work usually calms me, but today my hands keep fumbling with book covers, my mind circling back to the man with no aura. Cain Blackwood. The name itches at the back of my brain. The Blackwoods were Moonhaven's unofficial aristocracy until they abruptly left town a decade ago. I would have been thirteen then, still learning to control my "gift," still believing my parents when they said I was special rather than cursed.

“Blackwood Global controls half the industries this family touches. Do you understand what that debt has cost us in leverage for thirty years? Richard Blackwood is offering to erase it. All you have to do is sign.” “All I have to do.” I picked up the folder despite myself, because some numb, obedient part of me still hadn’t learned to say no to them. My fingers found the first page. Damian Blackwood’s name sat there in dense black print, cold and unfamiliar, a man I’d only ever seen in tabloid photographs, always in shadow, always described in the same three words. *Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.* “They say he’s never even been photographed smiling,” I said quietly.

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline