Kane Blackwood Novels & Stories

I said. Kael let out a sharp, hysterical breath. He glanced down the hallway as if checking for listening devices. "Damon Blackwood isn't just an Alpha," Kael whispered, leaning in slightly. "He is the King of Alphas. He owns half the city. He crushed the Northern Rebellion in three days. They call him the 'Wolf of Death.'" Kael swallowed hard. "I have worked for him for five years. I have seen him kill men for looking at him wrong. I have seen him burn down packs for disrespecting a border treaty."

“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.”

"Like trophies." I felt sick. This wasn't just about money or revenge. Kane was systematically erasing Adrian's entire professional existence, building his empire on the corpse of Adrian's legacy. I walked to the window and pulled back the thin curtain. Manhattan sprawled in the distance, all glass and steel and impossible dreams. And there, rising above the rest like a monument to ambition, was Blackwood Tower. Even from Queens, I could make out the lettering on the building. BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES. But underneath, in equally large letters: KANE ENTERPRISES.

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.

and “I heard he talked to her.” It’s enough to make me wish I could disappear. I survived my first class thankfully without incident. Afterward, I’m walking with a group of friends...Lila, June, and Marnie...trying to focus on their chatter about an upcoming event and it’s nice hearing something normal for a change then Lila suddenly gasps. “Oh my God.” I look up and my stomach drops. Ryan Blackwood is standing in front of us calmly and silently like he’s been waiting. “Can I have a word with Elena?” he asks with his deep voice steady.

​ He wasn't sitting; he was standing, leaning against the back of his chair, arms crossed over a chest so broad it looked capable of snapping the spine of a smaller wolf. ​ Alpha Kael Blackwood. ​ He was every terrifying rumor brought to life. He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood.

“An old friend.” I folded my arms. “Who?” He didn’t look at me. “You don’t want to know.” The phone clicked. A voice came through rough, mocking. “Blackwood. I didn’t think I’d ever hear your voice again.” Damien’s face went dark. “Where is he?” The man laughed. “Straight to business, huh? No ‘how are you,’ no ‘sorry for what happened.’ Typical.” “Where is he, Kane?” Damien said through his teeth.

I hurried down the long, winding driveway, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. *Protect the baby. Get to the gate.* The wrought-iron gates loomed out of the mist, their sharp decorative pikes pointing toward the black sky like warning fingers. Just beyond them, a matte-black SUV sat idling, its headlights extinguished. It looked like a predator waiting in the tall grass. As I approached, the back door opened. Killian Blackwood stepped out. He wasn't wearing the charcoal mask anymore. In the pale moonlight, his features were sharp, his jaw set in a grim line of determination. He looked lethal—a man who had spent his entire life preparing for this moment.

The older version of Draven stepped forward with probably the biggest smile I'd ever seen on a grown man's face. “Good afternoon, ladies.” Nova came to stand beside me. “I would officially like to welcome you both to Blackwood.” His eyes moved between us. “My name is former Alpha Rowan, and this is my mate, Elara.” The beautiful dark-haired woman smiled warmly. Rowan gestured toward the human wall beside him. “This brick wall of a man is ex-Gamma Kenneth.” Kenneth laughed. “And this is his wife, Lyra.” Lyra smiled. “Welcome.” “Next to them is their son, our current Gamma, Kael, and his mate, Ryder.”

A breath he hadn't known he was holding until he let it go. "It feels like it's saying hello," I continued. "Like it knows I'm here. Like it's reminding me that it's real." He was quiet for a long moment. Then his hand came up. Slow. Careful. The kind of movement that asked permission before it took anything. "Can I—" He stopped. Swallowed. "Can I feel it?" I looked at him. Kai Blackwood. Alpha of the most powerful pack in North America. Heir to the throne of all shifter kind. A man who commanded armies, who made councils tremble, who had walked into rooms full of his enemies and never once shown fear.