Nina Blackwood Now Novels & Stories

Then I grabbed a chair and smashed it hard against the door. The wooden door rattled violently, shaking so hard it felt as if the whole longhouse was trembling with it. "Raven Blackwood, get out here! If you don't, I'll break this door down!" Why should she get to kill someone and act like nothing happened? Even if the baby who died today wasn't mine, I was still going to get justice for him. When she saw how hard I was smashing the door, my niece shouted from inside, "Stop! If you keep hitting it, I'll jump out the window!"

That was not nothing. That was Evelyn Blackwood, who had spent sixty-four years managing the Blackwood family’s relationship with the world with the precision of someone who understood that every action was a statement and every inaction was a statement and that the statements accumulated into something that outlasted the individual moments that composed them, making a statement. I went to find Nina.

"Then let him try again. Elena Blackwood is in charge.. The situation has already changed in our favor." The war had reached a turning point. With Elena in charge the Blackwoods were not just defending themselves. They were, in control.. As the night went on one thing was clear: with Elena leading the Blackwoods were not just reacting. They were winning.

Then I spoke, my voice a low, lethal vibration that cut through the music of the Royal Crescent Hall. "As far as the North is concerned, this woman has been my Luna for three years—Elena Blackwood. Care to explain when exactly you decided to change your name to Clarke, Elena?" My gaze dropped, zeroing in on where her hand had been resting on Owen’s arm. Even though he’d only been guiding her back from the vanity, seeing her with another male—especially a high-ranking wolf like Oliver—bruised an ego built from centuries of Blackwood dominance. But Elena wasn't backing down. I could feel the heat radiating from her, a defiant fire that ignored the promise of the billion-dollar settlement. She

So to stop any more attacks from the Black Hive my father had told the leader that he won’t avenge Bruno Reid’s death. So peace prevails. But now it seems the Black Hive doesn't want peace anymore. Still, it doesn't make sense why the hell they went after Nina? No one knew about her, so it couldn’t be to retaliate against me? But it was also possible they were following Lachlan and found about Nina... Or, did she have her own enemies that were after her? I went through the file, noticing all the details laid out about her but there was no mention of her in contact with the Russians or anyone in our world. Except one dangerous detail that stood out, about the loan she took.

“Blackwood’s people. They’ve tapped phones, hacked emails—anyone who’s even whispered your name is being watched.” Isabella’s mouth went dry. “How do you know this?” “Because I saw it,” Nadia hissed. “They’ve got a list. You, Alexander, a few others. You’re being tracked, monitored. I barely escaped being caught looking at the files.” “Where are you now?” Isabella asked. “I’m in a safe house. But not for long. I’ll send you the location of someone who can help. Someone inside Blackwood’s inner circle who’s growing… disillusioned. But be careful, Isabella. The walls are listening.”

Daria made a suggestion. I followed her lead, even though I used to go to the garden she was referring to many times. As we walked by and passed a few people, I could feel everyone's gaze fixed on me. I know what they're thinking; they're surprised to see me again, but I’m just going to brush it off. I recall a few faces, but I pretended not to recognize them. I’m sticking with my new role; I’m no longer Tessa. I'm now Nika Black, and Princess Nika of the Stormhowl pack isn't supposed to know these people.

My body hurled to the floor, only to feel a hard weight on my chest. "So this is so-called pure and flawless Erica Wilson? The daughter of our respective gamma?" Nova Blackwood sneered, pressing her boot harder against my body. I hissed, shutting my eyes in pain. Nova was our pack's former Beta, Blake Blackwood's daughter. She accused me of killing her brother, the current beta of our pack. I was an adopted daughter of the gamma of this pack. But it was not my only identity, I was the future Luna of this pack.

“Stop with the pretense, Vivian. I know what you’re thinking. You want him out of the way rush the wedding, make him transfer his properties to you, then leave him. And now that he’s… nearly six feet close to the grave, you want him gone? Tell me the truth—yes or no.” There was a pause. “I… I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she stammered. Vivian’s finger hovered over the screen. “I’m blocking this line.” She pressed the button just as a nurse poked her head around the door. “You can come in now, ma’am,” the nurse said.“Mr. Blackwood is stable,” she said softly. “The procedure went well. We’ll monitor him in ICU overnight. He’s awake and talking now.

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.