Oblivion Blackwood Novels & Stories

I never thought much of it, I simply classified it as ruthless business decisions that favored the Blackwood empire and blew their competitors out of the park when in truth, they employed shady means to remain on top of the food chain for as long as they’ve been a household name. He looked back at Damien, his voice lowering to a cruel, penetrating whisper. “And as for what I took from you, Damien, you lost your wife because you were too busy trying to be your father's shadow to recognize the woman standing beside you. And not just that, you couldn’t honor the vows you swore to her so you had to sleep with her sister and get her pregnant. I didn’t take Evelyn from you; you discarded her and t

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 The march back from the ravaged Blackwood Peaks was a stark contrast to our hurried ascent. It was slower, measured, filled with the quiet murmur of weary warriors and the rhythmic tread of paws on the healing earth. The air, once heavy with the stench of corruption, now carried the clean, sharp scent of pine and fresh snowmelt, a promise of renewal. The mountains themselves seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, shedding the lingering shadows of the Shadow Wielders.

And yet, she ran—slipping through his grasp before he could properly lay claim to her. And now, the past he had buried was clawing its way back to the surface. The moment Mrs. Ellis had uttered that name—Blackwood—something inside him had snapped. Adrian Blackwood. The Blackwoods were once a feared empire that thrived in the filth of the underworld, trafficking women and girls like cattle. But they had been all but annihilated by his own hands. Valerian had personally seen to their downfall, wiping out the roots so thoroughly that there should have been nothing left.

Finally, they arrived at a clearing, and in the center stood an ancient, ruined church, its decayed structure looming like a relic of forgotten times. The figure led Ryder inside, and he immediately noticed the strange and ominous symbols covering the walls. They pulsed with a malevolent energy, casting an eerie glow that filled the space. Ryder could feel the weight of the darkness bearing down on him, pressing against his very soul. Suddenly, the figure turned to face him, revealing herself as a silver-haired woman. She smiled, a chilling expression that made her eyes burn even brighter with an inner fire. "Welcome, Ryder," she said, her voice echoing with a mix of warmth and menace. "I ha

"What is this betrayal, Xavier?" “I guess I’m the lost one.” Everett murmured underneath his breathe. "You killed my parents. And then you made me work for you??" Xavier uttered, flames coming out of his body. Blackwood laughed, "All I did, was clean up an infested dump." He shrugged. "Dump? THOSE WERE PEOPLE!!" Xavier growled. "Oh, my bad. They didn't look like people to me." He laughed out, maniacally. This man, is psychopath.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

I roared. “It wasn’t us, Killian,” a voice called from the back, heavy with anxiety. “We swear on our lives. After what happened to Lucian, nobody is dumb enough to even look at her.” “Nobody touches your property, Blackwood,” another added quickly, raising his hands defensively. “The Lot is completely out of it. We don’t play with written notes and blood. That’s not our style.” I scanned their faces one by one, looking for a single crack, a single flicker of hesitation or guilt.

"Ivan’s transport wagon passed through here less than twelve hours ago. They’re heading toward the Black Needle." Natalia looked up toward the horizon. Through the swirling ice, a massive, jagged spire of black obsidian rose out of the tundra like a broken fang. The Black Needle—an ancient, abandoned fortress built by the Abyssal Purebloods during the first continental wars. It was a labyrinth of subterranean tunnels, naturally fortified and entirely insulated from external tracking magic.

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline

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.**