Vas Blackwood Novels & Stories

Then I hear someone whisper from behind, “She’s sitting next to him.” Another person gasps softly and my heartbeat picks up. What’s going on? I glance sideways again...and that’s when I notice it. The tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves and wrapping around his wrist like dark vines colorfully and dangerously. My breath catches. Wait. No. It can’t be but the more I look, the more certain I am. The hair.. the eyes and the tattoos. It’s him! It's Ryan fucking Blackwood!

There was a air of command about him that had me somewhere between guarded and intrigued. "Morning" he greeted, his voice smooth as he approached “How’s our patient?” I frowned a little— I did not recognise him, even though he had been the one to aid me with that wolf. “Ethan Blackwood?" This was the part that got me as i tried to remember who he was caused i have heard about the name before "As in the Blackwood family, who owned land around Silverwood?" I asked to be sure if he was the one. He chuckled as he nodded , a small smile at the corners of his lips. “That’s right. I am in charge of the land, and hence, the wildlife. After watching the aggressiveness of this wolf last night. And I f

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

"The Ashford merger is settled. The numbers are ours. Why do you look like you’re waiting for a ghost?" Julian looked up, his eyes sharp. "Because the numbers don't lie, Victor. I spent all night cross-referencing the Northern Pack’s shipping manifests with our logistics data. Ryder Blackwood isn't just a 'savage' running a pack in the mountains. He’s been moving massive amounts of silver and wolfsbane through our ports for months." Victor turned slowly, his expression darkening. "Wolfsbane? That’s a poison. It’s useless to humans, but lethal to—"

The Black Wolf was born from shadows and shaped by moonlight, but it always beat with the pulse of love, sacrifice, and resilience. Thank you for walking beside Vireya, through pain, through wonder, through storms and stars. This is not just the end of a story. It’s the echo of a legacy, the warmth of a reunion, and the reminder that even in the darkest forests, love finds its way home. There are more stories waiting just beyond the horizon, magical, bold, and unforgettable.

I whispered against his mouth. He me pulled yet more close from him. "No it matters O what?" "No it matters O what." I looked in return for The House, in suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “Are they… Will they have red eyes?” Vidar nodded slowly. “The Blackwoods are descendants of the Mortars, then they they can to change The color in your eyes as you see fit. But yes, your eyes are naturally red.” He must have realized how worried this made me, because he said quickly. “But you have nothing to do with You have to worry because I won't leave your side either. No matter what happens. No one will come close to you. I can promise you that.”

But now, standing before the sea of flashing lights, I wanted to vanish. The doors opened again, and the noise immediately ceased. The room went eerily silent. “What's going on?” Vance asked amidst his groaning on the ground, still clutching his family jewels. Who had just entered? The reporters parted and he walked through like a devastating black Knight. Zachary Blackwood. Tall. Imposing. Raven black suit, his coat cutting the wind like a blade. His presence had sliced through the noise. It felt like I was imagining it, but I was staring into the face of Zachary.

His presence was intimidating, his aura exuding malevolence. Ava knew who the man was. He was the original bearer of the Blackwood name, a retired marine soldier, Albert Blackwood. Albert pointed his fancy walking stick at Ava, saying gruffly “I haven't seen this one before” “She's new,” said Liam. Albert narrowed his eyes on her. “I can see that.” he gave Ava a once-over, scrutinizing her from head to toe. Ava swallowed hard, she could barely hold eye contact with him. Albert asked “What were doing to him? Taking advantage of the fact that he can neither see nor walk”

The man himself stood with his back to them, gazing out through the panoramic windows at the city below. "Ms. Chen. Mr. Vitale." Blackwood turned slowly to face them. He was older than Maya had expected, with silver hair and sharp features that spoke of both intelligence and ruthlessness. "Thank you for coming." "Your invitation was... difficult to ignore," Maya replied carefully. A thin smile crossed Blackwood's face. "Please, sit." Two chairs faced his massive desk. Maya and Luca exchanged a glance before complying. "No Marcus Hoffman today?" Blackwood asked, taking his own seat.

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.