Vas Blackwood Novels & Stories

“I was everything to you.” I stopped walking. Turned. And faced him full-on. “You were everything to the version of me who didn’t know better. But I’m not her anymore.” Silence. Then the air shifted. Another presence. I felt it before I even looked. He emerged from the far side of the lot, quiet as dusk itself, Blackwood. Still in his charcoal suit, tie slightly loosened, sleeves pushed back just enough to hint at the day he’d had. His eyes swept the scene once, reading the tension like a verdict already handed down.

“The deeper they dig, the harder it is to crawl back out.” Her pacing slowed. “And when they realize this was never about community centers…?” Jaden’s eyes flicked up to hers. “By then, it’ll be too late.” --- Somewhere across the city, in a dimly lit office, the boss leaned back in his chair, cigar smoke curling toward the ceiling. “Blackwood’s in Chicago,” he said to the man across from him. “That means his woman’s in charge, and she’s throwing money around like she doesn’t know where it’s going. This is our chance.”

Damien Blackwood didn’t Just fight back enemies. He annihilated! In less than twenty-four hours, he had flipped the entire game board, erased her humiliation, and served Vanessa’s destruction on a platter of silver. And he had done all that without breaking a sweat? A terrifying realization started to settle in her bones. “This man didn’t play the game, He owned it”

His presence filled the small space, crushing the air from my lungs. Blackwood looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on the mesh shirt, the tight leather pants, the glossy red lips. A slow, cruel, predatory smile spread across his face. “Well, well, well,” he said, his voice a soft, dangerous purr that vibrated through my bones. “Mr. Vance. Or should I say… Alex?” I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. My mind was a blank, screaming void. This was a nightmare. It had to be a hallucination brought on by sleep deprivation and cheap noodles.

“That’s right. Now, do you know why it was renamed Blackwater Valley?” “Uh, I don’t think so.” Richard felt as though he’d learned all of this at one time. “I assumed it was because the town’s on the river, or from it being part of the Rock River Valley. Something along those lines.” He suddenly felt foolish. Deadmond took the eyeglasses from his head and began cleaning them with his shirttail. “Well, the original village of Shaw Valley was platted in 1829, and thrived almost immediately. But in 1832, the year of the so-called Black Hawk War, malaria struck the township’s settlers. Devastated them. A bad strain, too: raging fever, blood in their urine, massive destruction of the red blood ce

In his life. I slid out of bed quietly, my legs still aching from the night before, and padded toward the soft glow coming from the kitchen. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but it wasn’t him leaning against the counter, bare-chested and half in shadow, nursing a glass of water like it might drown his demons. For a moment, I just watched him. Dominic Blackwood wasn’t beautiful in a traditional sense. He was all sharp edges and hard lines. A man built like a weapon, forged in fire and sharpened by circumstance.

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.

But they were not angry yet. One came forward. Older. Gray in his hair. Scars on his face. “Alpha Blackwood,” he said. “Thank you for coming.” “You have thirty seconds before I let my warriors take care of you.” “Okay.” He put his hands up. “We do not want to fight. We came to warn you.” “Warn about what?” “Viktor Ashford.” That name made me feel cold. Viktor is the Alpha three lands away. He is mean and wants more power.

"You're a Blackwood. You have resources, connections, access to information that could make a difference—" "Why would I do that?" He pushed off the desk, moving closer until we were almost face to face. "Ivy Blackwood is Vincent's illegitimate daughter who showed up out of nowhere and disrupted the family hierarchy. Half the Blackwoods want her gone. Why would I help her?" "Because it's the right thing to do. Because a child is being hurt and you have the power to stop it." Damien laughed, but there was no humor in it. "The right thing to do? Maya, you really don't understand how this world works, do you? People like the Blackwoods don't do things because they're right. We do things because

We have seen several of them, but there is one in particular who poses a serious threat—Vincent Blackwood. Nathan's brow furrowed. "Blackwood? I've heard of him. He's notorious in the underworld, known for his ruthlessness and cunning." Harris nodded his head. "Exactly. Blackwood is a dangerous man, and he's worked closely with Gray for years. If he steps in to fill the vacancy, criminal activity could resurface even more.” The severity of the situation settled over us like a thick darkness. Just when we thought we had reached the end, another potential and catastrophic event occurred. It was a stark reminder that our fight was far from over.