Kane Blackwood Novels & Stories

Damon glanced at his wristwatch, his patience thinning. "She should be out by now, it's been over ten minutes." “Master,” Tiger spoke up, a sly smile playing at his lips. “Is she the one?” Damon asked, his eyes scanning for answers. “Yes, boss, she’s Kane Blackwood’s daughter," He said with a grin on his face. "Good; this is the perfect opportunity for us, a direct line to Blackwood territory.” Damon smiled, turning his face to the direction of Anna's room.

He howled into laughter at the dubious headlines. "What about the werewolf news?" He asked as he cleared my throat, ready to read. "Every pack in planet earth now knows the name Tristan Blackwood. Whose packs span across countries. A father of four and a mate and husband to the goddess herself, Vanya Jacob Blackwood. " Then I added. "Do I even look like the goddess?" I giggled.

"You just underrated me right now, buddy," I leveled my gaze with Sam, who spoke, when leaning deeper into my chair with my arms folded against my chest," Then what happened? "Guess who I saw today, Alpha of the Blackwood pack, Kian, the husband of Luna Rhea," my eye pulled open instantly at the last statement. A flash of rage stalked my black eyes, I know that he intentionally said that.

But he was soft, he thought he could meet up with the Fiends secretly and negotiate with them but those bastards killed him. Their leader is Kaden Blackwood, the most heartless person on earth. He is the same age as Austin but he leads the clan with an iron hand, some rumors say he drinks human blood but I know it's just an exaggeration. Because rumors say I kill with my bare hands too, I had made it my life's purpose to avenge my brother and I killed Kaden's second in command in retaliation, but that isn't enough. I want them dead, including Kaden. But I have never seen the bastard. Another rumor says whenever he shows up it means there will be a lot of deaths, so he only shows his face if

She said, her voice low and cautious. “Hi, this is Katherine Blackwood speaking,” a smooth voice echoed through the other side of the phone. I’m sure this is Andrea Wilford, right?” Andrea pulled the phone away from my ear, her expression a mirror of skepticism. She stared at the screen in her hand for a moment before placing it back to her ear again. “Who did you say you are again?” She asked. “I’m sure you’re already aware of who the owner of Blackwood Empire is. I am the only daughter of the Blackwood family, and Alexander Blackwood’s sister,” she introduced herself, her voice dripping with confidence.

"I will skin you alive and wear your fur as a coat. I belong to Kael Blackwood. In this life and the next. Do you understand?" Kane stared at me. He saw the fire in my eyes. He smelled the power radiating off me. He grinned. "Understood," Kane said. "A pity. But understood." He looked at Kael. "We are camped two miles east," Kane said. "In the ravine. We have food. We have weapons. We move at dusk." He turned to leave. At the entrance he paused. "Fix yourself up Blackwood," Kane threw over his shoulder. "You look weak. And she deserves better than weak."

Phil, Adams, the organization, and whoever she was yet to meet. Kate breathed out just when she realized she had been holding her breath, “One thing they seem to have forgotten to account for is my heart—of the woman wielding it. They forgot that I am Blackwood. And Blackwoods… we don't break. We bend, we bleed, but we never, ever break.”

Until there was nothing left. And then— "You'll catch a cold here." I looked up. And the world stopped. --- He was standing there. Tall. So tall. With dark hair and darker eyes. A jaw that could cut glass. He was wearing a suit that cost more than my father's car. And he was looking at me. Not through me. At me. Kieran Blackwood. He was twenty-six years old. The most powerful man in the pack. The Alpha's elder brother. The one everyone whispered about. The one every woman wanted. The one every man feared.

“As in Damien Blackwood?” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Yes. Why?” “Do not lie to me, young lady.” I could practically see him pacing in his study back in Connecticut, the same room where he used to warn me about “men like Kane” when I was eighteen. “I know exactly who Damien Blackwood is. He’s the bastard who stabbed me in the back ten years ago. Stole the biggest contract we ever had and left me scrambling to save the company. I told you I warned you to stay the hell away from him.”

“Nobody asked you, Alex! Go back to your boring maps!” “It isn’t boring,” Alex replied without missing a beat, turning a page. “While you’re busy trying to chop down wooden posts, I’m making sure the south quadrant doesn’t run out of dried grain before the first snowfall. Someone in this family has to keep track of logistics.” I stood on the edge of the training grounds, leaning against a cedar pillar with my hands tucked into the pockets of my dark woolen coat, thoroughly enjoying the show. At twenty-six, I was no longer the frightened girl who had arrived here with wolfsbane in her blood and terror in her heart. I was Luna Haven of the Black Pack—sovereign, mother, and the anchor of a bond