Lord Blackwood Actor Novels & Stories

"Guys, come into the parlor for a second. We need... a family meeting." Damon Blackwood, the former Alpha, stopped in his tracks. He was a mountain of a man, gray at the temples but still possessing the terrifying presence of a wolf who had led for thirty years. He looked at his youngest son, one eyebrow arching. "A meeting? At midnight? Jax, if you crashed the SUV again..."

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.

"I know what that little bastard did to you. Adrian is a boy who never learned how to appreciate a valuable asset." My heart skipped a beat. "Boy? Adrian? Who... who are you?" The man offered a ghost of a smile. He set an old photograph on the table. In it, a teenager—Adrian—stood awkwardly beside this man. "Alistair Blackwood," he said flatly. "Most people in London call me 'The Great Lord.' But you... you were supposed to call me 'Father-in-law,' had Adrian’s plan not gone awry and you crawled back into his arms today."

I was the wounded gazelle, and the vultures were circling. "There you are, darling." The voice poured over me like warmed honey laced with arsenic. I turned slowly, my silk skirt swirling around my legs, and found myself face-to-face with a wolf in Brioni tailoring. Lucian Blackwood stood resplendent in a black tuxedo that clung to his broad shoulders like a second skin. Moonlight-pale hair swept back from his aristocratic face, his lips curved in a smile that didn't reach his glacier-blue eyes - eyes so like his brother's yet devoid of their fire. Where Damien burned, Lucian froze.

“You think you can just walk in here and demand things from me? You’re out of your league, Harrison.” Harrison’s fists clenched, but he kept his composure. “I’m not here to play games. My son’s life is at stake. If you know anything, tell me now.” Before Blackwood could respond, a figure emerged from the shadows. Luca. His face was unreadable, his eyes shifting between Harrison and Blackwood. “Luca,” Harrison said, a mix of relief and betrayal in his voice. “I thought you’d help me. But here you are, standing by Blackwood’s side. What’s going on?”

“Two Alphas want her.” Ms. Blackwood’s face drained of color. “That’s impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t—Draven would never allow...” “Draven doesn’t own her,” Lena interrupted sharply. “And maybe that’s what you all forget. He can claim land, he can claim power, but not people. Not anymore.” The tension was electric. Ms. Blackwood looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. “You’re lying,” she whispered, her tone uncertain now. “Jacob wouldn’t… he couldn’t schoose someone like you.”

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

"Give me three days. I swear upon the honor of the Blackwood ancestors, I will get to the bottom of this, root out the traitor, and give you all a definitive answer!" Meanwhile, in Damine's office, a large screen was silently displaying a breaking news report about the Liam’s scandal. "Latest update: Liam Blackwood, the Alpha of Stormfang Pack, has officially been questioned by the highest werewolf council's investigation team. He is accused of having secret ties to the notorious BloodClaw Pack and illegally trading strategic materials forbidden by our laws. This revelation has sent shockwaves through the entire community, and several of the Stormfang Pack's affiliated businesses are already

He gave off such an intimidating aura but I didn’t let that rub off on me and his light brown eyes seemed to hold a lot of secrets that it suddenly reminded me of Julian’s eyes—I’ve been able to see his eyes up close. He opened up a mini box and brought out a brown cigar, signaled one of his men to light it up as he took a puff. “You must be Lexi,” Mr Blackwood said, how’s eyes trying to scan through me for a profile. “And you must be the someone high up who has interest in me…… What do you really want? I know that’s not what you’re interested in.” I answered without hesitation. “A fiesty one aren’t you?” Mr Blackwood said and took another puff of his cigar but now pouring himself some whisk

Luke studied her for a second. “He’s not.” Rose’s gaze sharpened. “Meaning?” Luke pushed off the desk, pacing once before stopping in front of her. “He is part of the notorious Blackhand mafia that runs Westwood City. He is my only connection in. No one has ever seen the Don before. Mr. Midnight is my only connection to him.” “So, you’re telling me they are extremely dangerous?” He looked at her long and hard. “You ever run into a vampire before?” Rose blinked.