Marcus Blackwood Novels & Stories

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

"That you're all worthless pieces of shit? That my mate is out there somewhere, possibly warming another man's bed, while you stand here making pathetic fucking excuses?" The thought of her with someone else makes me want to tear the world apart with my bare hands. Marcus raised his hands like that would somehow placate me. "We can expand the search. Contact other territories—" "Contact other territories?" I laughed, and the sound was sharp enough to cut. "So they can all know that Dominic Blackwood can't even keep his own woman? That she'd rather run than submit to me?" "That's not what happened—" The first gunshot cut him off beautifully. Marcus dropped, clutching his shoulder as blood see

In his life. I slid out of bed quietly, my legs still aching from the night before, and padded toward the soft glow coming from the kitchen. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but it wasn’t him leaning against the counter, bare-chested and half in shadow, nursing a glass of water like it might drown his demons. For a moment, I just watched him. Dominic Blackwood wasn’t beautiful in a traditional sense. He was all sharp edges and hard lines. A man built like a weapon, forged in fire and sharpened by circumstance.

This man who had spent a century managing and controlling and keeping people at precise distances, sitting at a kitchen table telling me to tell him what I needed with a directness that cost him nothing anymore because he had stopped spending effort on the architecture. "You," I said. "And Sera and Luca. Nothing that looks like a deployment." He nodded once. "And tell me about Marcus," I said. "How did the meeting go?" Something shifted in his expression. "Complicated," he said. "In ways that change some of what I thought I understood." I sat down across from him. "Tell me." He told me. Marcus Blackwind had come to the meeting not with aggression but with what Damian described as something b

Damon went on, his red gaze scanning the crowd and finally settling heavily on Liam's father who was watching from the sidelines, "insults the House of Blackwood." Liam was about to say something but his father, Alpha Marcus, showed up out of nowhere. He grabbed Liam's shoulder, his fingers dug in hard. "Enough, " Marcus growled. He looked at Damon with icy, calculating eyes. He saw that it was a losing battle. "My apologies, Alpha Blackwood. My son is... emotional. Have a good night, " Marcus pulled Liam along. Liam looked back over his shoulder, throwing a burning look at me. It was not finished. I could tell. He resembled a child who had had his favorite toy taken away. Jessica stayed the

“Yes. It is.” Adrian nodded slowly, processing. “She’s been through hell. More than any of us truly understand. I’m grateful for what you did—bringing her home, staying with her when she had no one. But she’s a Blackwood now. That comes with expectations. Responsibilities. A life that isn’t simple.” Marcus felt the familiar twist in his chest, the echoes of doubt flaring brighter. “I know. I’ve been thinking about that a lot. She deserves the world. And I’m just... me. The guard who got lucky enough to love her when she had nothing.”

"I must ask you to return the card to the portfolio and step away from the desk." "You know exactly who this is," I murmured, searching the blank stone of his expression for any sliver of a crack. "Killian has gone to meet them, hasn't he? That is the matter he had to resolve in the city." Marcus remained completely silent, his posture a rigid wall of composure. He didn't blink. He didn't look away. "Mr. Blackwood will address his personal calendar upon his return," Marcus said flatly, taking a slow, deliberate step back toward the threshold. "If you require anything further for your quarters, the interior detail is at your disposal."

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

“Is this all because of this guy? You're going to call off the engagement for him?” Isadora’s patience snapped. “He’s not a nobody. He is Julian Blackwood!” she hissed, her voice slightly loud so that everyone can hear in the room. “Heir to the Blackwood Empire! And if you had any common sense, Marcus you’d be on your knees begging for forgiveness right now.” Marcus froze. The name hit him like a punch to the gut. “W-what?” His earlier arrogance vanished in an instant after hearing that the person he had been disrespecting all this time was none other than Julian Blackwood, heir to the blackwood empire.

Micaiah said. "Don't you?" Marcus stepped closer. "See, I've been doing some research since I got here. About you, Micaiah Hayes. Youngest professor at ASU. Son of Richard Hayes, successful real estate developer. But that's not the interesting part." "Marcus—" I started. "The interesting part is what you do when you're not teaching ethics to college students. The properties you own through shell companies. The people you associate with. The fact that Daemon Blackwood—notorious criminal, by the way—seems very interested in your stepsister."