Faustus Blackwood Novels & Stories

In his life. I slid out of bed quietly, my legs still aching from the night before, and padded toward the soft glow coming from the kitchen. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but it wasn’t him leaning against the counter, bare-chested and half in shadow, nursing a glass of water like it might drown his demons. For a moment, I just watched him. Dominic Blackwood wasn’t beautiful in a traditional sense. He was all sharp edges and hard lines. A man built like a weapon, forged in fire and sharpened by circumstance.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

“Or are you just that stupid you can’t---!” Damn, this man was never going to let me finish an insult! My rib broke under the onslaught of blows, and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. But still, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed… I mean--- This was THE Blackwood Pack! The biggest and strongest pack in the south, with so much money they could use it like freaking toilet paper! Alpha Christian Blackwood was infamous for how he led his pack with an iron fist, and he was rumored to be absolutely ruthless and a coldhearted bastard. But I must say, that if everything he’d done to me so far was his worse…

The morning dawned cold and gray over the city, a fitting backdrop for the day that would shatter the foundations of one of its most powerful dynasties. The first news alert came at 6:47 AM: “BREAKING: FBI RAIDS BLACKWOOD TOWER.” By 7:15, every major network had camera crews positioned around the gleaming skyscraper that had long stood as a monument to Serena Blackwood’s power. They were all there to witness her fall.

He was a failed weapon they experimented from before. In order to activate his black mana, his body must be in an exhausted state! But in good condition where no wounds even a scratch! And in fact, he could not increase his Combat Experience when using this ability. And because Yman had a weak physical body at the moment, he could not handle much longer his black mana and could only use it for a few seconds.

Later, the Scholar friends find Faustus' body, torn to pieces "Okay that's like a very messed up story but I don't understand what you're trying to make me understand with it" She rolls her eyes "what I'm trying to say is, doctor Faustus signed a deal with the devil to gain magic powers, what If Mr black did the same thing, think of it, once ghosts turn to demons and they happen to touch human blood they lose their chance of crossing over which makes him suck their energy turning them to dust, what if he doing so for the devil because if you think of it it's not only a benefit for him but the devil as well because-" I continue" he's depriving people of going into the afterlife, which is the

Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?” Marcus tilted his head. “Victor Blackwood isn’t exactly a fragile grandfather.” That part was true. Victor had built Blackwood Global from nothing. People in the industry used words like ruthless and untouchable when they spoke about him. Still— Murdering Julian? Sebastian finally turned away from the screen. “That footage could be edited.” Marcus nodded calmly. “It could.” “And if it is,” Sebastian said, “you’re a dead man for showing it to me.” Marcus didn’t look intimidated.

MARCUS HALE DEAD — QUESTIONS REMAIN The public would move on. But consequences wouldn’t. Because somewhere in the fallout— Jonathan Blackwood was preparing his final move. And this time, he wouldn’t hide behind proxies.

“If you say yes, you don’t do it blind. You read everything, document everything, and if you say no, you come to me-.” “I won’t.” “You say that now.” She hesitated, then added quietly, “He has an assistant. Rowan Cole. If anyone knows how Blackwood really operates, it’s him.” I looked up. “You know his assistant?” “Know of him,” she corrected. “He’s survived longer than anyone else. That alone makes him interesting.” She smiled faintly, something curious flickering in her eyes. " I heard he's hot too", She smirked “And dangerous in his own way.”

"Former military, a demolitions expert, currently employed by Blackwood Security, a private firm owned by, surprise, Thomas Blackwood." “So we’ve caught him,” Damian said. “There’s a direct link between the fire and Blackwood.” “And there’s more,” Lorenzo said, scrolling through his files. “I’ve been investigating all day. Thomas Blackwood isn’t just an angry old man looking for revenge. He’s desperate. Yes, he lost fifty million fifteen years ago, but since then he’s kept making bad investments, trying to get the money back. He’s used everything he owns as collateral—his buildings, his investments, even his judge’s pension. If he doesn’t get that money back soon, he’ll be completely broke.”