Faustus Blackwood Novels & Stories

The doors slid open, revealing not a hallway but a deep darkness. We were in the steam tunnels. Blackwood University was built over an old asylum and a prohibition-era smuggling route. The tunnels formed a maze of dripping brick, rusted pipes, and shadows that seemed endless. "Move," Dante ordered, stepping out first with his gun raised, scanning the darkness. Sloane and I helped Matteo out, he was heavy, his legs dragging, and his face glistened with sweat. "I'm fine," Matteo mumbled, his words slurred. "Just... need a drink."

Blackwood never mentioned another child. Never. “Send her in,” Xavier finally said. The assistant nodded and stepped out immediately. The silence that followed was thick like never before. “Xavier, You’ve heard that name before?” I asked carefully. Xavier shook his head slowly. “No… but Blackwood isn’t a name people use lightly.” My instincts sharpened. Something was wrong. Very wrong. A moment later, the door opened again. And she walked in slowly. She was calm. That was the first thing I noticed.

I kept my head down and tried to push my way through the bodies toward the safety of the building’s big stone steps. But then, through the horrible noise, my ears caught words. Sharp, clear, terrible words that cut through the crowd’s roar and stabbed right into my gut. “...Victor Blackwood…” “...the huge fire last night…” “...ten people deceased…” “...mafia connections…” I stopped dead in my tracks. My feet froze to the sidewalk. My blood ran cold. Victor Blackwood. That name. That cursed, hated name.

I pulled up the browser and typed: "Blackwood Family Alpha Alfonso." The search results loaded slowly on the ancient device, but what I found made my blood turn to ice. "No," I whispered, scrolling through article after article. "No, this can't be right." The Blackwood family wasn't just powerful—they were notorious. Money laundering, extortion, mysterious disappearances of business rivals. And at the center of it all was Dominic, the family's enforcer and heir apparent. His cold eyes stared back at me from a news article about a charity event—a thin veneer of respectability covering something monstrous beneath.

And underneath it all, a single memory looped on repeat: "Prepare for a darkness unlike any you’ve confronted." Her eyes landed on her closed laptop. She hadn’t touched it since that call. It sat quietly now, too quietly. She stared for a long second, then walked over and flipped it open. The screen glowed to life, casting her face in the blue light that had become so familiar, it felt ritualistic. Her encrypted email still sat open. Marcus Langford is a symptom. The disease is deeper. Blackwood is the key. Adrian Blackwood. Even the name sounded fictional. A billionaire recluse. Whispers in Parliament. Donations to mental health causes. No scandals. No leaks. No profile. Just a curated myth

" Jace’s chest heaved heavily with anger. Gabriel moved slightly, unsure if he needed to restrain him. The chill room had no effect on these two men. “And Jace, one more thing, my boy,” Blackwood’s voice dropped lower this time. He drew the camera closer. “Have you ever wondered… what happened to your parents?” Jace froze. The question hung in the air. Blackwood held the silence for a second. Then he let out a deep, menacing voice before lifting his hand, curling it into a fist, and with a loud crack, everything went black.

All the people who had ruined my life stood beneath the same cursed roof waiting for my decision like vultures around a dying thing. My chest hurt violently. The silver marks beneath my skin climbed higher along my neck now, pulsing painfully with each heartbeat. I looked at Ma Felicia. She did not even try to hide her satisfaction anymore. This was what she wanted all along. Not just my inheritance. My death. “You finally understand now,” she said softly over the thunder. “Blackwood was never meant to survive through you.” Hatred rose hot inside me. “You built all this suffering for power?” “No,” she corrected calmly. “For permanence.”

He moved with effortless confidence, like someone who'd never questioned his right to own everything he surveyed. Maya actually gasped and grabbed my arm. "Holy shit," she breathed. "Is that another Blackwood?" Harrison's posture stiffened slightly. "That would be Mr. Damien Blackwood, the first son of the Blackwood family." he said quietly.

Blackwood. TBC!!