Oblivion Blackwood Company Novels & Stories

Silas looked up again, sensing the tension. “Mom?” Evelyn forced a smile. “I’m right here.” He returned to his toy again. Damian’s gaze returned to the screen. Edward Blackwood’s authorization sat there like a shadow from the past. The founder of the Blackwood empire. A man the world believed had built hospitals to save lives. And now the same man appeared responsible for placing a newborn child into a secret research program. Evelyn’s voice trembled slightly. “If they started experiments on him…” Damian shook his head.

It was her daily ordeal. She raised her head to see the large building which was at the edge of the street "Valley's corporation" formerly called "Find'ley and Co", it was the old company of his father. A business that his father had built himself but that his best friend "Valley Offred" did not hesitate to steal from him when his father was in dire need of the money. He sold 3/4 of the shares to his friend and so he could easily take over the business.

he asked, his tone not disrespectful, but guarded. I met his gaze steadily. “Laws that concern taxation. Laws that redefine responsibility within the clan.” A ripple of tension coursed through the noblemen, and several exchanged glances. I didn’t give them time to get ahead of the narrative. I raised my hand, and the courtyard fell silent again. “For many years,” I said, “Blackwood has operated on a structure that exempted our people from tributes. That was noble. And wise. Our people were rebuilding. Recovering. The scars of the Great War, of clan conflicts and past betrayals… they needed time to heal.”

he suggested, his hand wrapping possessively around Evelyn’s shoulder. Evelyn turned to him, a confused expression on her face. “What contract?” She asked. Before Alex could respond, Mrs. Triumph’s voice cut in. “Well…. My company, Blackstone Group, is launching a new fintech venture and wants Blackwood Empire as our lead partner. However, Mr. Blackwood is recommending your company instead.” Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock. “What?” She looked stunned. She wondered why would Alex make such a bold suggestion?

I leaned in, and the name on the screen stopped my breath before he even said it out loud, seventeen years of building something out of nothing suddenly feeling as fragile as a single unauthorized login. "Blackwood," Noah said quietly. "It's Blackwood. Someone inside our own company has been on their payroll, and nobody caught it until a seventeen-year-old with a laptop and too much free time decided to go looking."

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

The culprit had been dealt with, but when pressed for answers, both the individual and the Timeless Group denied any connection. Now, with the Evans Corporation under attack, the pattern was impossible to ignore. The Blackwoods weren’t just moving pieces, they were waging a silent war. As she processed the analysis, Elena frowned. Something didn’t add up. “If the Blackwood family was already targeting Pristine Enterprise, why did they back off?” Her gaze locked onto Lucas, searching for an answer. “They had the perfect opportunity.” “Because Pristine Enterprise wasn’t their main objective,” Lucas replied calmly. “They just wanted to test the waters.”

I set down my sandwich, my appetite gone, the bread turning to ash in my mouth. Day 7 brought rain, the relentless drumming on the roof filling the silence with something that wasn’t our own breathing. I found myself thinking about Blackwood Industries, the company Adrian had built into an empire, and the interim CEO the FBI had mentioned. I wondered what was happening to it without him, the legacy crumbling while we hid in the woods. I found him in the living room, staring at nothing, and made the mistake of asking. "How’s the company doing? Do you know?"

"We can't fight a ghost in the dark. We need to know who is left." She turned the final page of the heavy book, her finger stopping near a small, ink-stained entry at the very bottom margin. "There was a second bloodline," Isolde rasped, her pale eyes rising to meet mine with a look of profound, chilling realization. "Planted thirty years ago, right after the eastern quarry fell." Selene stepped away from the window, walking quickly to the edge of the desk. "Where?" Isolde pointed a trembling finger at the faded ink. "The House of Blackwood," the old woman whispered. "Last known location: the Iron Reach, a border pack currently allied with no one."

Pressed into it, the symbol of a chess knight. Marcus saw it immediately and his expression darkened. “No..." Elena looked at him. “You know it?" He nodded slowly. “I hoped I'd never see it again." She broke the seal and inside was a sheet of paper. No greeting. Just a single paragraph which she read out loud disregarding the “read when you’re alone” sign. **Michael Blackwood has spent nineteen years chasing ghosts. The Consortium he feared no longer exists. It collapsed years ago. What remained was one man using its name to settle old scores. Everything ends today. Let him tell you why.**