Nina Blackwood Voice Novels & Stories

I whispered, reaching for him in the blackness. "I'm here, Elena. Stay still." In the center of the room, a faint violet light began to pulse. It was Nyx. But she wasn't just glowing; she was breathing shadows. A swirling vortex of darkness began to rotate around her, faster and faster, until it looked like a small, controlled hurricane. "It wants to eat," Nyx’s voice sounded different—deeper, older. "It's hungry, Daddy." "Then feed it your will, not your fear!" Killian shouted into the void. "You are a Blackwood! You do not let the beast eat; you tell the beast when to starve!"

She nodded subtly toward the hidden panel. Nina’s face went pale. Her eyes flicked again toward the camera. Then she whispered, “Sometimes Mr. Blackwood… checks.” Elena’s stomach turned. Nina left quickly, closing the door behind her like she was sealing Elena back inside. Elena stood still, staring at the closed door, feeling the air thicken. Checks. Like she was an asset. Like she was a prisoner. Elena crossed to the breakfast tray. Perfect fruit. Perfect coffee. Toast cut neatly. Nothing tasted like comfort. Everything tasted like control.

** ** Omniscient narrator ** ** There was fear in Megan’s eyes as Mr. Blackwood slowly walked towards her, faced down with his hands dug into his pockets. Maybe she hadn’t thought this through, because what if he feels offended with her actions and chooses to fire her? “Mr. Blackwood, I….” she tried to speak immediately. “No, Megan…” He cut her short, with one finger up signaling her to hush. “I will go first,” he said calmly.

Elle dissmisses her. "You're looking very beautiful, Mrs. Blackwood." Nina compliments me with a small smile before scurrying back to inform Nicholas. "Am I missing something?" I ask Elle for the last time as I don't want to embarrass myself and the Blackwood family at any cost. "No, my dear, you're perfect. Shall we go down now?" Elle assures me and helps me to find nude pumps to match the dress.

“I’m so sorry. Everything I did... I was doing it just for you.” “Mrs. Winters,” an agent interrupted, “we need to move.” “That’s not her name!” Nina screamed, collapsing against a marble column. “Her name is Serena Blackwood! She’s my mother! She’s...” But the truth was already spreading across every news ticker in the city: “BLACKWOOD CEO REVEALED AS IMPOSTOR: Thirty-one Years Deception Exposed.” The story unfurled like a poisonous flower, each petal bearing a new revelation.

Through the tiny glass panel on the door, Evelyn watched everything. Her hands were clasped tightly to her chest as she observed her son—calm, sharp, composed, despite the fire burning underneath. He looked like a man carrying the weight of two families. Her heart squeezed painfully. She had left to protect him… but he had still endured more than she ever imagined. Inside the room, Rina cleared her throat softly. Her voice gentled. “Mr. Blackwood,” she asked, “did you ever knowingly work with Zurich?” “No.” It wasn’t just an answer. It was instinctive—instant.

Two voices, maybe three, one of them Damien’s. I looked at my phone. Two fourteen in the morning. I lay still and listened for a moment but the voices had already faded, moved to another part of the house or ended entirely, and the mansion settled back into its nighttime quiet around me. I stared at the ceiling in the dark and thought about the fact that I had been Mrs. Blackwood for less than forty eight hours and I already knew that this house kept things from people. I just didn’t know yet whether I was one of the things it was keeping.

“I’m Lilibel, Gregory’s mate. We’re so pleased to have you here.” Their kindness eased something tight in my chest. To Gregory’s other side sat another woman, elegant and graceful, with silver threading through her dark hair. She smiled at me with what seemed like real welcome. “Genevieve Blackwood. Gregory’s sister. I’ve heard wonderful things about your work with pack security.” “You’re too kind.” Then my gaze fell on the woman to my left. She was beautiful in a cold, perfect way. Dark hair swept into an immaculate chignon. Designer dress. Expensive jewelry. But her eyes, when they met mine, held all the warmth of a winter storm.

Far away, the Sacred Forest released another ancient howl. And beneath the earth, the ancient force answered. This time, the voice did not call Tristan. It did not call Nikolai. It called Nina.

I feel the beginnings of anger stir in my veins. Soon. Soon enough, she'll be begging for my touch. "Who are you?" She asks, voice quivering. I consider her question. She's so pure. So innocent. So beautiful. I do not want the dark part of me to touch her. Nothing is allowed to taint such ethereal beauty. Tonight I will be Luca. Blackstone, crime Lord and mob boss has been banished to the shadows. I tip her chin upwards with my finger, ignoring her protests.