Nina Blackwood Voice Novels & Stories

She was a legend people either feared or pretended not to know. And Blackwood had witches. Hybrid, lunatic, chicken-blooded witches who could sniff secrets out of bones and dreams. “Vivienne Moreau,” he called, voice sharper now, and deliberate. “Open the damn door.” Yep. That was it. Funeral bells. End credits. Roll the fucking montage. I can see my family calling me to join them in hell. “Damn you, Atlas Blackwood,” I muttered under my breath, pacing once, twice, then stopping dead.

Instead of the usual Code Red for danger, we use Code Grey. I glance at Sandy, my eyes apologetic. She raises an eyebrow, already smirking. “Go on,” she nudges. “Save your baby boy from the clutches of that witch.” I smile at her, muttering a quick thanks, and dash out the door, fingers flying over the keyboard. What’s wrong?

The applause. The congratulations. I had seen it with my own eyes. No explanation could erase that. "I made my choice," I said quietly. Maya studied me for a moment. Then she nodded. "Okay." She stood and headed toward the door. Before leaving, she paused. "One more thing." I frowned. "What?" "The news said Ethan Blackwood has been searching for someone." My heart skipped a beat. Maya's gaze softened. "They didn't mention a name." They didn't have to.

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.

She got her coat ad ran out. "DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!" she shouted while running out. Nia met up with Kevin after talking to Sydney. She saw him and went up to him. "You know you and Jacob are really cowards," "What are you talking about? What does me and Jacob being coward have to do with anything?" Kevin asked and looked at her getting angry. "YOU BOTH TREAT US LIKE WE ARE CALL GIRLS THAT YOU HAVE SEX WITH AND WE AREN'T" Nia said and slammed the door in his face and wiped her tears.

He wailed uncontrollably. “Hey, are you hungry?” a sweet voice murmured to him. He opened his eyes and looked about. He understood he was not alone. Other children were also being put in that dark cave. Ryan cast his gaze over the blonde girl. She was a few years older than him and was as injured and dishevelled. “No, I am fine.” He mumbled. “They killed your parents too?” She asked. He didn’t comment, simply nodded. “I am Natasha Black from the Rockwood pack. You can call me Nat.” She spoke.