Oblivion Blackwood Company Novels & Stories

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

Throughout her recitation, I noted how she incorporated elements of truth within the fabrication, weaving a narrative her mother could accept without distress. "And what do you do, Alexander?" Evelyn asked, her attention shifting to me with that same surprising acuity. "Izzy mentioned business, but she was vague on details." "I'm the CEO of Blackwood Enterprises," I replied, keeping my tone conversational. "We specialize in infrastructure development and technology integration." "Blackwood," she repeated slowly, her brow furrowing slightly as if the name triggered some distant recognition. "I knew a Blackwood once. Long ago." I tensed involuntarily, Winston's vile insinuation about my parent

I started flipping through contracts looking for my next company to buy. I didn't need Derek's help to take over my father. I can do this on my own. "I mean why do you want to keep the illegal shit separate? For generations that has been what Blackwood is known for." "Well as I said I want to reach all ends of the world. The sinners and non-sinners. They both have money to take and I want to take it all."

It invited acknowledgment of the fact that it existed and you did not own it. She stood on the sidewalk outside for a full minute before going in. The night before, she had searched the name. The results were extensive and not surprising. Lucien Blackwood, thirty-one, founder and chief executive of Blackwood Enterprises, a company with significant reach across technology infrastructure, commercial real estate, private equity, and international logistics. Born into money but apparently not content to simply inherit it. The business had grown by a factor of four under his leadership. He was rarely photographed at social events. He did not give interviews. What information existed about him was

My breath hitched. "I saw something, " I whispered. Ethan's eyes sharpened. "What did you see?" he asked. "I don't know, " I said, pressing my fingers to my temple. ". I was working on something. Searching." Ethan confirmed it. "You were, " he said. "For what?" I asked. "For proof, " he said. A chill ran through me. "Proof of what?" I asked. "That Blackwood isn't an organization " he said quietly. "It's a system." My stomach twisted. "What does that mean?" I asked.

And after seven years, Seraphina still had no proof. Only suspicion. Only anger. Only a promise she refused to break. Outside, lightning flashed across the sky. For a moment the city turned white. Then darkness returned. And somewhere beyond the storm, Damian Blackwood was completely unaware that his worst nightmare had just been hired. Monday arrived too quickly. Blackwood Tower was even more intimidating in person. The skyscraper pierced the clouds like a blade. Employees flooded through the revolving doors. Expensive suits. Luxury watches. Perfect smiles. Power.

“Blackwood Global controls half the industries this family touches. Do you understand what that debt has cost us in leverage for thirty years? Richard Blackwood is offering to erase it. All you have to do is sign.” “All I have to do.” I picked up the folder despite myself, because some numb, obedient part of me still hadn’t learned to say no to them. My fingers found the first page. Damian Blackwood’s name sat there in dense black print, cold and unfamiliar, a man I’d only ever seen in tabloid photographs, always in shadow, always described in the same three words. *Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.* “They say he’s never even been photographed smiling,” I said quietly.

The bright, red light rolls through the floor numbers at what feels like a snail's pace. “Obsession?” he snorted. “The only thing that I’ve ever been obsessed with is money. The word you’re looking for is curiosity. You see, Azure Blackwood is an enigma. I’ve heard plenty about him, and nothing at all. I’ve tried to dig into his past, hell, even the past of Finnick Gray, but it’s almost as if neither of them existed to the world before Blackwood Industries shot to the top. He refuses investors, turns down contracts that could make him millions, and yet,” he steps forward again, and my breath hitches. “He seems to have always been smitten with you.”

That was almost worse. Because he was tired too. I could hear it. I could hear the strain in the pauses between his words, the way he was trying to sound steady while the company under him was taking hit after hit. His business was being punished now too, not just mine. Investors were pulling back. Contracts were freezing. Blackwood Industries was getting dragged into the same fire because the fire had been built to spread. Veronica and Edmund knew exactly what they were doing. They were not just trying to ruin me. They were trying to make me radioactive enough that anything standing near me would get burned too.

The aroma made the blood in every vein boil and his soul wept with longing. "Alpha Julian..." The whispers of admiration exploded like ocean waves. From the top of the marble stairs, descended a figure of a man who seemed to have been sculpted by the hand of a war god. Julian Blackwood. At only twenty-three years old, he has become the CEO of The Blackwood Empire as well as a deadly Alpha whose cruelty is unmatched in both the business and supernatural worlds. His face was like a Greek god carved from ice, cold and emotionless, with gray eyes as sharp as the blade of a beheading axe.