Vas Blackwood Novels & Stories

Which have aided them in their money laundering. Mr. Edward Blackwood, the current head of the family, was married to Violet Blackwood née Conner. Their marriage was not initially founded on love. When the Conner family found themselves in significant debt, the Blackwoods lent them a helping hand, leading to the arrangement of Violet's marriage to the Blackwood's eldest son. Edward and Violet Blackwood had three children who stood to inherit their father’s legacy: two sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Sebastian Blackwood, was the golden boy of the family, the one everyone cherished. He maintained a spotless reputation, never getting his hands dirty as he delegated difficult tasks to oth

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

The city was still dark when Damian left Blackwood Tower. The conversation with the firefighter had ended nearly an hour earlier, but the words still echoed in his mind with unsettling clarity. Edward Blackwood. His grandfather. The founder of the Blackwood empire. A man who had built hospitals, research foundations, and entire industries in the name of medical advancement. A man Damian had once admired. And now possibly the man responsible for the chain of events that had nearly killed Evelyn. Damian drove through the quiet streets with the phone resting on the passenger seat beside him. The photograph the witness had sent remained open on the screen.

Apparently, he'd run straight to the Dean to report me, probably to shift attention from his own cheating. And sitting in the chair directly across from the Dean, his jaw clenched tight when our eyes met, was Gideon. But it was the woman standing behind Gideon's chair that made my blood run cold. Tall, elegant, with silver eyes and an aura of power that filled the entire room. Alpha Victoria Blackwood. Gideon's mother. One of the most powerful wolves in the region. The Blackwood name carried weight everywhere, and everyone knew it. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she smiled. But it wasn't warm. It was the smile of a predator who'd just

Inside the backmost car, the world dissolved to tinted glass: cocooned in quiet power, yet bracing for war. Damian Blackwood lounged beside me, all crisp dark wool and impossible focus. He looked out the window like a king surveying his domain—every inch the billionaire predator they all feared. But I sensed the tension winding through him, an alertness taut as a drawn bow. He rolled the tension between his fingers, slow and silent, until the final stretch to Blackwood Tower.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

“Sit back, adjust your silk dress, and go back to your billionaire.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips, his breath carrying the smell of smoke and blood-orange scotch. “By tomorrow morning, your sister will be cased in a cage she can never escape.” --- Across the city, high above the glowing downtown skyline, Ethan Blackwood sat alone in his dimly lit corner office at Blackwood Enterprises. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. A thick, leather-bound dossier sat on his glass desk. His lead private investigator, Vance, had delivered it personally twenty minutes earlier.

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

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.

The next morning, Vance sat in his office. The city was grey through the windows. The Horizon files were spread across his desk. Progress reports. Funding approvals. The village's hydro system was complete. Three more communities had signed on. Ashworth was pleased. The board was divided. He did not look up when the door opened. William walked in. He did not knock. He never knocked. He threw a magazine onto Vance's desk. The pages fluttered. The cover showed a photograph of the village. The hydro system. The headline: "Blackwood Heir Rejects Family Empire for Sustainable Dream."