Oblivion Blackwood Company Novels & Stories

No excuses. Me: Rain check? I need to prep. Sophia: Fine but you owe me details. Also fair warning: Blackwood is a nightmare boss. Brilliant, but he ate three strategists last year alone. Me: Why so many casualties? Sophia: Standards higher than the penthouse. And the ex-fiancée thing. She banged his business partner, took half the board with her when she left. He’s been a human glacier ever since. I stare at the screen.

A BACK STORY OF HOW IT ALL STARTED... It wasn't always like this you know.. Years ago, before Elena. Before Thomas’s debt. Before the fire. Damian Blackwood and Anton Varesco were not enemies. They were allies. Not friends. Allies. After Damian’s parents were murdered in a corrupt trade deal, he inherited Blackwood Industries at twenty-three. He was young. Angry. Ruthless. Anton was older. Smarter. Already building an underground empire through weapons smuggling, shipping routes, and political bribery.

Evelyn’s POV With Damien broken and spilling the last of his secrets, the tactical urgency shifted entirely to the legal sphere. There was a lot of baggage that we had to deal with if we wanted to salvage the company and build it up from rock bottom again. With Gordon’s death and publicized involvement with the cartel and Damien’s arrest, the stock had been reduced to nothing. The Blackwood Empire right now was a crime house, it was a tangled mess of legitimate holding companies, shell corporations, and offshore assets. The goal now was to perform a precise, surgical extraction of every legal, legitimate dollar that Damien Blackwood controlled.

"BLACKWOOD BETRAYAL: HORIZON GLOBAL POISED TO SWALLOW ASTERA SPIRE — SOURCES SAY CEO VANCE BLACKWOOD PLOTTING TAKEOVER OF FATHER'S EMPIRE" William's hand froze. His coffee cup hovered mid-air. He read the article once. Twice. Three times. "Sources close to Astera reveal that CEO Vance Blackwood, also the founder of Horizon Global, has been in secret talks to merge his father's company into Horizon, effectively seizing control of his father's empire. Insiders question whether Blackwood is acting in the company's best interest or pursuing a personal vendetta against his own family." He set the coffee down. His hand was shaking.

It was parked in a derelict alleyway in Queens, far from the polished marble of the Blackwood estate, serving as a mobile command center for the Jackals. ​Inside, Arthur Blackwood sat on a folding metal chair, his expensive wool coat looking out of place against the rack of tactical vests and submachine guns. He was no longer drinking. The bourbon had been replaced by a sharp, jittery clarity—the kind of adrenaline that only comes to a man who has finally cornered his ghost.

He simply stood in front of me, an immovable mountain of muscle and ancient power, and let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated over the deafening roar of the chopper blades. "Surrounded," Killian mocked softly, glancing back at me with a smirk. "Humans are remarkably optimistic creatures, aren't they?" Before the SWAT commander could issue the order to fire, a massive shadow blotted out the remaining moonlight. Rising silently from the darkness behind the three police helicopters was a colossal, matte-black gunship. It bore no military markings, only the elegant, silver crest of the Blackwood Corporation. It was military-grade stealth technology—the kind of hardware that governments couldn

The scene inside slammed into me like a physical blow. Lucian Blackwood had the woman bent over his desk. Her dress was bunched around her waist, expensive silk crumpled like discarded tissue. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into bare flesh hard enough to leave marks. The sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. She moaned, a throaty, desperate sound. “Harder,” she gasped. “Please, Alpha.” My body froze. Brain struggling to process. This was the legendary playboy heir I’d been warned about, the man I was supposed to report to, the future leader of the most powerful pack in the northern territories.

“…Crap.” The man’s lips curved faintly. “Indeed.” Elliot straightened nervously. “Look, if this is about some misunderstanding—” The man stepped forward. Not aggressively. But with quiet certainty. Suddenly, the hallway felt much smaller. “You hacked Blackwood Technologies.” His voice was calm. The name hit Elliot like a freight train. Blackwood. His brain finally connected the dots. The company. The system. And the man standing in front of him. Elliot stared. “Wait… you’re not saying you’re—”

BILLIONAIRE ADRIAN BLACKWOOD UNDER FIRE: NEW ACCUSATIONS SURFACE FROM HIS PAST Sophia leaned closer, reading along with him. An anonymous source has come forward with shocking allegations against Blackwood Corporation’s CEO. Documents reveal that years ago, Adrian Blackwood orchestrated a corporate takeover that left hundreds of employees jobless. A whistleblower claims Adrian used deception, blackmail, and insider trading to gain control of a now-defunct tech startup, raising questions about the legitimacy of his business empire. While Blackwood Corporation has denied any wrongdoing, these allegations could fuel the movement to unseat him from his position.

In just one night, one night of wanting to let it all go—I was betrayed, heartbroken, almost killed and now finding out about a group of hunters. “I know it’s a lot to process.” My savior murmured, almost like he could read my mind, “Trust me I felt the same when I almost died in the hands of an Alpha.” My eyes widened, “An Alpha. Do you mean— “A Blackwood, yes.” He nodded, “The Blackwood family is notorious for producing the most evil and tyrannical Alpha’s in all history. My father was killed by one. I, too, was almost killed by one. Those bastards have been terrorizing the town for years.”