Marcus Blackwood Novels & Stories

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

In less than an hour, Marcus was already at my office with documents I sensed was the reports about the Blackwood pack. As I watched Marcus pore over the detailed reports of the Blackwood pack, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. The Blackwoods were infamous for their cruel and merciless tactics, and the fact that they were now in the vicinity of our fortress made my skin crawl. I had a hunch that they were somehow involved in the attack on our pack house, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they were up to no good. Marcus read through the reports with a focused intensity, his brow furrowed in concentration. He muttered to himself as he read, occasionally jotting down

Blue laughs as she tells me and I cannot help but giggle, the scene immediately created by my mind, played behind my eyelids. It would be fun to watch her fall. Live, you know! "Cool! Oh, that's why she's mewling with her friend and Malcolm is laughing?!" I utter, glancing at Malcolm who is teasing Nicole. Malcolm is a roaster. He roasts everyone. He did not even leave Nicole just because they have fucked each other. Malcolm does not mercy on anyone.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

she looks at me not saying any the waiter comes taking our drink order ,I order whiskey she orders cranberry juice. "I understand I might have come on harder on you Mr Parker the last thing I want is to ruin your marriage and my relationship with your daughter as you said it's never going to happen again" for some reason that doesn't sit right with me her not wanting me again ,her not touching me fuck what is wrong with me.

Marcus collected the glass of vodka and gulped it down in one go. “How did it feel having to protect yourself by taking a life?” Mr Blackwood asked. “I— I can’t really explain it sir” Marcus said. “I believe you came here for a reason, why don’t you tell me that?” Mr Blackwood said. “Yes sir……. I want to work for you, I want to be able to do for you more than Xavier could” Marcus said. “Now that is more like it…….those you have trusted have done nothing but fail and betray your trust, it’s high you move up the ladder and tell them who's boss and I will be happy to help you achieve that” Mr Blackwood said.

But the way his gaze held mine—curious, assessing, with a shadow of something darker—made my pulse spike in a way that wasn’t entirely fear. Before I could answer, the front door of the estate opened in the distance. Heavy footsteps echoed through the marble foyer—confident, commanding. Damien. Marcus stepped back instantly, professional mask snapping into place. “Mr. Blackwood has arrived. I’ll complete the exterior sweep and report.” He gave me one last look—longer than necessary—before slipping out through the side library door that led toward the gardens. I exhaled shakily, robe clutched tight, and hurried toward the foyer.

"I rejected the bond. She wasn't — she didn't fit what the pack needs. She had nothing. No family, no pack, no status. I couldn't —" "Stop." His voice was low and hard. "Stop talking." I looked up. Marcus was staring at me with an expression I had never seen on his face before. Not anger. Something older than anger. "Do you know who she is?" he asked. "Her name is Aria Blackwood. She's an architect at a small —" "Her name," he said slowly, "is not Aria Blackwood." He stood and walked to the bookshelf behind him, pulling out something I couldn't see clearly from where I sat.

She had not seen him this broken, not even the day she turned down his gift and had him raging like a mad man. Mr. Blackwood turned back to Maria Forbes who was already breaking down in tears. “So Maria, when you are done with the party, kindly leave with your friend and I wish never to see you again,” he spat, and then he walked out of the room. Anna stood there in awe. What had just happened? It looks like Mr. Blackwood had bigger rivalries than his hatred for Jimmy. She turned to Mrs. Blackwood who had broken down in tears and she had no idea what to do.

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”