Faustus Blackwood Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

He nodded. The Blackwoods—the most feared mafia family in the city. Their patriarch, Don Vito Blackwood, ran the most notorious criminal empire in the country. His sons were equally infamous: Damian, the charismatic yet cruel eldest; David, arrogant and aggressive; Denzel, the flirt and womanizer; and Dominique—the youngest and most feared of them all. Cold. Calculated. Merciless. They called him The Devil. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “Dad... of all people… the Blackwoods?”

Panic-stricken, crying in fear, I grabbed a hold of my clothes, covering what was left of my body. I saw it now, his eyes. They were fully red. The fangs. He had fangs prowled out from his mouth. His fingers, now claws. Asher Blackwood was more than mysterious. He wasn’t human!

VINCENT MOREAU It was not surprising, then, when Damian Blackwood started to pay me attention. I knew he admired me—not in the way I would like, but he was impressed by how I managed to find out about Wesley Black and curb her kidnap just as it happened. So when he reached out to me for drinks a week later. I had a number of spies keep tabs on the Blacks, and waited for any tug of some unfortunate prey over the new web I had cast.

Now I stood in the private lair of the three men who owned half the city’s skyline, and apparently they wanted to own me too. “Miss Voss,” a deep voice rumbled from the shadows near the bar. “You’re late.” I turned, and there he was—Damien Blackwood, the eldest of the Blackwood brothers. Tall, broad-shouldered, with midnight hair and eyes like polished obsidian that seemed to strip me bare without even trying. He wore a black dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. The kind of man who commanded boardrooms and bedrooms with equal ease.

The aroma made the blood in every vein boil and his soul wept with longing. "Alpha Julian..." The whispers of admiration exploded like ocean waves. From the top of the marble stairs, descended a figure of a man who seemed to have been sculpted by the hand of a war god. Julian Blackwood. At only twenty-three years old, he has become the CEO of The Blackwood Empire as well as a deadly Alpha whose cruelty is unmatched in both the business and supernatural worlds. His face was like a Greek god carved from ice, cold and emotionless, with gray eyes as sharp as the blade of a beheading axe.

When I pushed the last picture in their direction, my brother howled, and the other person did the same thing as with the other two pictures. "Mason Blackwoods. A man in his 39th year. He worked as a physician in Canada for two years before having his license revoked because he developed an unhealthy obsession with one of his patients and began administering drugs to her. The woman was married, but too bad for her. Doctor Blackwood started sleeping with her while she was in her drugged state, and she got pregnant. The woman didn’t know how she got pregnant because her husband was impotent. She went through a divorce, and after she settled down in Ozark, she started going by the name Mavis. W