Faustus Blackwood Novels & Stories

“Is this all because of this guy? You're going to call off the engagement for him?” Isadora’s patience snapped. “He’s not a nobody. He is Julian Blackwood!” she hissed, her voice slightly loud so that everyone can hear in the room. “Heir to the Blackwood Empire! And if you had any common sense, Marcus you’d be on your knees begging for forgiveness right now.” Marcus froze. The name hit him like a punch to the gut. “W-what?” His earlier arrogance vanished in an instant after hearing that the person he had been disrespecting all this time was none other than Julian Blackwood, heir to the blackwood empire.

I chuckled. “Mr Blackwood is rather shameless, trying to use the same tactics as years ago.” I mocked, and saw his eyes change. I had hurt his ego. He took two steps forward, closing the space between us as his eyes bore into mine. “Perhaps I'm out of tactics to use. Or perhaps I could…do something to that man you came with.” Kaius said, his lips curling up, and my heart stopped. Was he planning to hurt Damien?

Emma frowned. “Carter…?” “Yes, Ms. Laurent.” The man’s voice was unmistakably professional. But beneath it— Something was wrong. “I’m the house manager at Blackwood Mansion.” Emma sat up a little straighter. “Yes?” “I… I apologize for disturbing your evening.” He paused. Long enough for her stomach to tighten. “Mr. Blackwood returned home a little while ago.” “And?” “He became unwell shortly after.” Her fingers tightened around the phone. “What happened?”

Until now… “Why does everyone call him that? Is it cause he looks like he hates everyone?” William’s chuckle turned into a short, humorless laugh. “Partly. But mostly because he doesn’t feel. Or at least, that’s what people say.” He leaned forward, so I could see the seriousness etched onto his face. “Noah Blackwood built an empire in a place where the Blackwoods were nothing. He bought out companies for sport. And the people who tried to outsmart him, outbid him, or outmanoeuvre him ended up either bankrupt, or worse—begging him for a job in the ruins of what used to be theirs.”

“Yes, boss.” I ended the call, opening the file Damien had sent. Michael Blackwood. Everybody saw him as the successful and honest heir to the Blackwood family. But what nobody knew was that he had built his success through illegal means. His investors had no idea of the man they were trusting with their money. But tomorrow, everybody will finally see who Michael Blackwood really was. A Knock came from the door, then swung open. “Klaus, why are you here?” She asked, her eyes half closed.

With love so loud it drowned out every ghost from that stupid manor. The Blackwood family had its monsters. But Reese had me. And together, we’d burn every last one of them down. Those monsters haven't met this monster…

It has door knobs in a shape of wolf's head. Weird! "He is insi-"Chase can't finish his sentence as the door is flung open revealing the man,who has been haunting my memories and whose seeds are growing inside me. Alexander Blackwood. His eyes lands on me and for the moment,I forget the world around us including presence of Chase.His grey eyes has the shades of aqua blue this time.Probably he wore lenses but it doesn't falter the fact that he is the owner of the most enchanting beautiful eyes in the mortal world.

Roland said. Zeke got to the remote before I did and the images that flashed across the screen were shocking and they caught us by surprise. They showed a desolate scene on a quiet residential street, yellow tape everywhere, and reporters struggling to maintain composure. The breaking story: Gordon Blackwood—patriarch of the Blackwood Dynasty, had been found dead in a gruesome murder case. Authorities have asked anyone with information to come forward.

Destroyed by my grandfather in 1987. I dug deeper. Blackwood Technologies, Revolutionary software, about to go public. Worth hundreds of millions. Then Marcus Chen moved. Hostile takeover, forced sale at a fraction of value. The articles from that time told the rest. Thomas Blackwood was found dead six months later. Pills and alcohol. Suicide note blaming Marcus Vaughn for destroying everything. Harrison was eighteen. He found the body and read that note. Forty years ago. Forty years of planning revenge. "Jesus Christ." Lena appeared in the doorway. Dark circles under her eyes. I couldn't sleep either.

Camila declares. She straightens her shoulders, lifting her chin with dignity. “Henry Blackwood is the illegitimate son of Adolf Blackwood. The true biological heir to the Blackwood fortune!"