Nina Blackwood Voice Novels & Stories

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

Nina’s Alpha command boomed through the mind link, echoing across every wolf in the pack. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Confusion. Shock. Horror. Knox’s face paled. “Impossible,” he whispered. Aaron’s eyes darted between me and the human, wide with disbelief. 'What have you done, Nina?' I whispered. 'The right thing,' she replied, unapologetic. “Nyra!” My uncle’s voice roared with fury.

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”

I am just as powerful in this realm. "An order?" He asks. "And who might you be?" I square my shoulders with pride and lift my chin in the way I have been taught. "I am Astrid Blackwood, daughter of Alpha King Ronan Blackwood, and I demand that I be sent back to the right place. I should not be here. Obviously. I am a wolf." He merely blinks and waves his hand in a dismissive gesture. Two male Lycans in black uniforms suddenly appear at either sides of me and grab my arm, pulling me off the large stage.

Because those were actually the realest escapes I could think of. “That’s ridiculous, Nina. Are they trying to kill me?” “Is that her? Is that Logan’s bitch daughter?” someone growled from the background, a male’s voice, and then Callum’s face appeared on the screen for a split second before Nina put down the phone. “Lord Blackwood! I’m just… It’s no one.” “I’ll talk to that bitch or I’ll go to New York myself to—” The call dropped. Damn it. I was literally fucked right now. I needed to see Adam.

and what was with that tone? My smile remained in place automatically even though every instinct in me screamed to leave. “And you are?” I asked politely. The woman walked closer before extending her hand toward me. “Camilla Blackwood.” I swear to God all I heard was static for a few seconds. She had just introduced herself as a Blackwood. My brain stalled for half a second before it resumed again and the smile on my face almost cracked. “Taking his name even before you wre married.” I said befpre I could stop nyself, taking her hand.

She said, her voice low and cautious. “Hi, this is Katherine Blackwood speaking,” a smooth voice echoed through the other side of the phone. I’m sure this is Andrea Wilford, right?” Andrea pulled the phone away from my ear, her expression a mirror of skepticism. She stared at the screen in her hand for a moment before placing it back to her ear again. “Who did you say you are again?” She asked. “I’m sure you’re already aware of who the owner of Blackwood Empire is. I am the only daughter of the Blackwood family, and Alexander Blackwood’s sister,” she introduced herself, her voice dripping with confidence.

I thought to myself. "Hi." The person responded. "This is Alpha Blackwood speaking, how may I help you?" my mate said. "YOU ARE ALPHA BLACKWOOD!...gosh I can't believe I'm finally speaking to the big bad Alpha! Your reputation precedes you. Hey, now that I have your attention, would you care to tell me how many people you have killed? Be honest!" the voice said.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at