Faustus Blackwood Novels & Stories

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.”

Zander’s voice was steady. “The facility called me two days ago,” Marcus said. “Michael Blackwood passed away shortly after the fire at the mansion was officially ruled an accident. They said he was talking to a ‘Rita’ until the very last minute. Heart failure. The doctors said it was peaceful, if you can call a life like that ending in a hospital bed peaceful.” Zander closed his eyes for a heartbeat. I felt his grip on my hand tighten, then relax. The two men who had been the architects of our misery were gone. The curse that had started with Daniel Blackwood and festered through Michael and Julian had reached its terminal point.

"It seems so. And it ties directly into the prophecy you found. The chosen one is supposed to harness this power to restore balance and defeat the great evil." As we continued our research, another name surfaced repeatedly: Astrid Blackwood, an ancestor of Gabriel's. She had been a powerful witch who sought to control the supernatural forces in Silverwood Falls, using dark rituals and forbidden magic. Her reign of terror had only been stopped by a coalition of witches and werewolves led by my own ancestor, William Hastings.

Father had been reckless and it got him killed. That should have been the end of it. I should have moved on with my life and forgotten about Adnar Blackwood. Then two years later Aston called me again. "Blackwood crossed into my territory," he said. "He came to Greece with his new mate. They stayed at a resort I own. He knew it was mine and he came anyway." "What did you do?" "Nothing yet." Aston's voice was different now. . "But I have been watching him, learning about him. His mate is human and pregnant. She runs a company her father left her."

Ferris and Draco stood there baffled at their childish wife and girlfriend behaviour. They looked at each other and shook hands with no expression on their face. "Hello, I am Draco Blackwood. Welcome to my home." "Hello, Ferris Williams. Thank you." Hazel wasn't surprised at his fake surname. He use this surname "Williams" in business world. One of many reasons people recognise him as the CEO and not as "Ferris Kingston" the mafia leader of California. "Hello, I am Faith Harrison." Faith said as he shook hand with Ferris. Ferris passed her the bouquet and she smiled delightfully.

Hazel's POV The next morning, Lydia burst into my office. "Hazel! I did some research on the Blackwood family last night," she said, waving a stack of papers. "This Rhys Blackwood is a living legend in the supernatural world!" "And most importantly," Lydia lowered her voice, " Rhys was known for never working with new, small firms. The fact that he's even 'considering' us means you must have been incredible last night!" "You think we have a shot?"

"It's not just about that. There's so much more on there, things that could ruin everyone involved. We have to be careful." But Rachel how did you know all these things, Rachel took a deep breath and held my hand "Emma, I've been Mr. Blackwood's personal maid for a very long time," she began, her eyes searching my face for understanding. "I've seen and heard things that no one else knows. The USB contains evidence of his betrayals, his business deals, his... appetites." And also I never told you this but Harrison took me,I've worked for Mr blackWood before working here. Mr blackwood was Harrison's father's friend,and Mr blackwood was the one who killed Harrison's parents in a car accident an

With a final shot, the legacy of Blackwood crumbled. As the building burned, I stood at the edge of the ruins, my heart beating with the power of a thousand storms. Eryx Blackwood was dead. Reagan’s empire was no more. But the fire… it had claimed something far greater than bloodlines. It had claimed my future.

And in the middle of that stillness stood a man. Tall, dressed in black velvet, hair loose around a face too beautiful to belong to anything human. He smiled when he saw me, as if we were old friends. “Well, look at you,” he said, clapping once. “The famous Lucas Blackwood. Alpha. Mate. Father. Occasional nightmare.” “Malachai.” My voice was a growl. The forest trembled when I spoke. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

The man himself stood with his back to them, gazing out through the panoramic windows at the city below. "Ms. Chen. Mr. Vitale." Blackwood turned slowly to face them. He was older than Maya had expected, with silver hair and sharp features that spoke of both intelligence and ruthlessness. "Thank you for coming." "Your invitation was... difficult to ignore," Maya replied carefully. A thin smile crossed Blackwood's face. "Please, sit." Two chairs faced his massive desk. Maya and Luca exchanged a glance before complying. "No Marcus Hoffman today?" Blackwood asked, taking his own seat.