Planet Fitness Blackwood Novels & Stories

The man didn’t need superpowers to pick out the few warriors who had objected to being called pups. “You three,” he let out. “Come with Mr Lazy here. You’ll be attacking me all at once, once the individual sparring is done that is.” The most obnoxious one of them had the nerve to chuckle and say, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll get beaten up?” “Oh, bring it on, pup,” Mr Blackwood rolled his shoulders, looking perfectly relaxed. He soon was moving in our ranks, giving us valuable advice. “You’re leaving your right open, Parkers,” he let out once he reached me.

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

A black and silver sign above the glass doors read: RAPID FITNESS – Elite Training. I had found the place through a desperate late-night search for “intense personal training near me.” The reviews were brutal but effective, people said the head trainer, Jax Voss, didn’t just sculpt bodies. He broke them down and rebuilt them into something stronger. Something obedient. I needed that. I needed to feel something other than lost. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The gym smelled of sweat, steel, and pure testosterone. Heavy bass music pulsed through the speakers. The walls were mirrored, reflecting rows of weights, machines, and people pushing their bodies to the limit.

The morning sun broke through the heavy clouds above the Blackwood training field, its golden rays scattering across the dew-covered grass. Wolves both in human and beast form moved with calculated rhythm, training, sparring, perfecting their footwork under the sharp gazes of their betas and squad captains. Yet even amid the flurry of activity, all eyes occasionally drifted to one figure at the center of it all. Alpha Eugene Blackwood. He stood tall, his powerful frame covered in sweat but far from fatigued.

GREG: Upon our arrival, James parked behind Dribble's car, and above a ten-story building depicting millions of worth. Atop the building, a large billboard proclaimed the title 'Your Fitness Complex.' The grandeur of the structure alone reflected the exclusive clientele it catered to—the likes of James and his friends.

"People talk, Kieran. They see things. Notice patterns. An omega bodyguard who suddenly gets sick after spending months in close proximity to an S-Tier Alpha? It's not hard to connect dots." "There's nothing to connect." "Sure." Ryan didn't push. Just ate his own food and changed the subject. "Blackwood Industries is going to make Sun City interesting. Their CEO is a piece of work." "I've read the file." "Reading and experiencing are different things. Guy's ruthless. Play dirty. Rumor is he's connected to some shady people." "Which is why security will be tight." "Are you planning to be on-site the whole time?" "Obviously."

ELARA The safehouse is nothing like I expected. When Damien said "off-grid," I pictured a rustic cabin with questionable plumbing and wildlife on the porch. Instead, we pull up to what looks like a modern fortress disguised as a luxury mountain retreat; it's all steel, glass, and stone nestled into the hillside with strategic sight lines in every direction. "Welcome to Blackwood." Damien helps me out of the SUV, his hand never leaving the small of my back. "I built it five years ago under a shell corporation. There are no public records or paper trails connecting it to me."

As CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, a multi- billion dollar conglomerate spanning real estate, media , technology, and luxury brands, every decision he made could shift markets overnight. The managing directors exchanged nervous glances. No one dared speak out of turn when Damien was present. On the large screen at the front of the room was a presentation titled; PROJECT LUNARIS; expansion into the entertainment industry. A senior managing director cleared his throat, “ alpha I mean ,Mr Blackwood," he quickly corrected himself. “ Our proposal is to acquire Starlight Media and establish Blackwood enterprise as the leading talent agency in the country. Damien remained expressionless. “Continue.”

A black man of average height and bulging muscles said and jogged to meet Wilson who stood rooted to the ground at the entrance. "Hello, hello! You look like you could use some help. I am Smith. The owner of Black Rose Gym. The only gym filled with love that is built from grit and sweat and sometimes blood. Everyone here is a subscribed member but since, you have only come here today for the first time, I will give you a free week to see for yourself just how great this gym is." Smith introduced. "Come with me! Come with me." He said and dragged Wilson by the arm around the gym, introducing and explaining the functions of each equipment.

she said, jumping on my bed, nudging me with her elbow. "Marcus said you’re ready. You’re training with us starting today.” I blinked. “Already?” “You’ve been resting for almost a week. Elijah and him talked, they say if you rest a day longer, your muscles will rot.” I snorted. “Wow. What a motivator.” Celina laughed and looped her arm through mine. “Welcome to the Blackwood family. We call this tough love.” I chuckled at her and prepared myself as she instructed .... They didn't waste time and made me workout the soon I got out.