Novels by E.C Blackwood

Eliana The apartment in Paris smells so much like flowers and the rain that’s been tapping the windows since morning, soft enough that you can ignore it if you want to. Victor is sitting on the other end of the sofa with his legs stretched out, a beautiful blue mug between his palms and steam wafting up and fogging his glasses for a second before he leans back. He takes his coffee black now, no sugar, and I take mine with too much milk, the way I did when we first moved here and I pretended it was because I liked it and not because French coffee kicked harder than I expected. “Careful, it’s hot,” he says without looking up, because he knows I’m going to sip too fast anyway. I do, and it burns the tip of my tongue, and I make a face, and he smiles into his mug, that small, private one he only does when he thinks I’m not watching. Our life is beautiful together. It’s quiet for a minute, the good kind of quiet where neither of us needs to disturb it. Then I hear steps running i

Damian Weeks later, we were all seated in a courtroom. It smelled like old wood and coffee gone cold, and I sat three rows back with my hands clasped too tight in my lap, my thumb pressing into the knuckle of my index finger until it hurt. Because, if I didn’t do something with my hands I’d start drumming them on the bench and Ruth would shoot me a look from the prosecutor’s table. Beside me was Mila, Victor, Eliana and all the others patiently waiting for Eliot’s downfall. Eliot stood in a suit that cost more than my car, his shoulders straight, his jaw set like he still thought he could talk his way out of it and an hour later when the judge read, “guilty on all counts offense including, laundering, possession of drugs with intent,” he didn’t flinch. He just turned his head, found me in the crowd and held my gaze for a second too long before the officers took his elbows. He had a look that said “you won this round,”and I hated that it still got under my skin but he was hop

Damian The sun was even hotter than when we left and I couldn’t feel my throat dry up as Ramirez pulled in, the car rolling past the rows of marked police cars and my knee finally still because there was nothing left to bounce for. My eyes locked on the entrance just as Martins car quickly drove in from the other side, Victor already out before the engine even stopped. His shoulders were low but his face was unreadable the way it gets when he’s empty-handed and pissed about it. We met on the steps, the heat pressing against my back, his eyes flicking over the evidence bag Ramirez was carrying which contained the bricks of hard drugs sealed in plastic and the cash still banded. I saw his jaw tighten once,the only sign I got to tell that his trip was also fruitless. “No?” I asked, even though I knew. “No sir,” he replied, his voice flat and his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “Preston knew we were coming, I don’t know how but his house was cold. No cars, no Rostella or even m

Victor Officer Martins drove with both hands in the fastest way possible, never tapping the wheel and never even checking the rearview more than once every block. It was the kind of steady that makes me trust a person even if I didn’t get to know them. I sat beside him in the passengers seat and while he drove, I kept my eyes fixed on the street signs. I wasn’t used to being in the passengers seat so despite all the chaos I was enjoying the view. My right hand stayed resting on my knee only because I needed something to stop it from curling into a fist every time I thought about the possibility of Eliot successfully leaving the country. What if we’re too late? What if he had our plans all figured out before we even began? These thoughts clung to me like a plague that would kill me. Preston’s place was tucked off in a private estate, the house behind a high hedge and a driveway that curved like it was trying to hide the house, and I already knew the shape of this stop

Damian The driver drove with his left hand on the wheel and his right thumb tapping the gear shift every time we hit a red light, the car speeding through the streets faster than I expected. I felt my knee bouncing against the door and making a soft thud until I caught myself doing it and planted both feet flat on the floor, forcing my breathing to slow. I kept my eyes on the road, but my mind kept wandering back to Xavier’s voice on the phone and I wondered if he had managed to get home safely. I hated that I was thinking about that instead of trying to remember the layout of Eliot’s house, but I couldn’t help myself. “Crestwood estate, third gate on the left,” I said when we turned onto the private road, my voice coming out tighter than I wanted and my fingers curling around the strap of my seatbelt. I was tensed, there was nothing I could do to even feel better. The driver nodded and pulled up to the mighty iron gate before turning on the siren and the flashing lights.

Damian Officer Ruth didn’t waste a second before she pressed her thumb against the intercom on the wall, her voice getting firmer with each word like our lives depended on that very moment and honestly it did. “All available units, when I say all I mean all, to front hall. Now!” She ordered, her eyes never leaving the folders splayed across the table. The sound echoed down the corridor, and I felt my stomach tighten, my fingers drumming once against the edge of the table before I forced them to stay still, trying not to look as tensed as I felt. I used to be known as the war god but it seemed like I’d fallen short of the name. I watched as she stood up and gathered the file into her arm with a quick, practiced motion, and then she jerked her chin toward the door. “You two, come with me we’ve got no time to waste.” She said and Victor and I followed immediately, my boots squeaking faintly against the floor carpet. Victor was moving in that quiet and deliberate way he always do

In an abandoned area in the demon’s realm, Belarus could be seen walking alone, the thick coat he was putting on was fluttering in the wind, while his hands were buried in the depths of his pockets. One thing about the generals is that they are all from the highest lineage, and their eyes are completely different compared to those of lesser ranks, which is also different compared to those they tag as spawns. Those spawns can grow crazily strong, it all depends on will at the end of the day, but no matter how strong they get, there is no way they will ever be able to lace the boots of those of those of the highest lineage. Belarus’s eyes was completely black, he could take it to the red eyes of the lesser ranked demons, but he was uninterested in those switches. He was popular for one thing in the demonic realm and it was his carefree and jovial behaviour. He stopped walking in front of a huge crater, that was the size of a very huge field, or what was it the humans called it.

Baratheon made his way to his destination with so much ease and only in a couple of hours. He hadn’t been the only one who had gone there though, his daughter, Jenna had followed and she had only done so because of two reasons. The first one being that she wanted to have first hand information about what exactly had happened right there, the second reason being that she wanted to get information from her father about Alaric and the changes that had occurred to him. She was still yet to see him since he got back due to a very busy schedule, and now that she was free, she couldn’t bring herself to face him yet. “Now that I know that his mother got to the academy safely, I can visit him the moment we get back,” Jenna said in an enthusiastic tone. “No, you won’t be able to see him,” Baratheon replied curtly. “Why? Are you banning me from seeing him because of something I did?” she jumped into his front, “please, tell me, let me do everything I can to atone for it, I really need to s

“When Alaric proposed the idea of leaving this place I actually thought it was going to die down,” the pain was pretty visible in the eyes of Thorne, and even when he tried to hide it, it was impossible. Bella clasped her hand behind her, faking a smile. “The boy is doing what's best for everyone.” “It's not what he thinks, he knows this, and I also know it,” she added with a sharp exhale. “I hope you also understand.”Thorne nodded, getting up from his chair. “Honestly I understand what you are trying to say, but it's just that it's really hard to believe that he'll be leaving.” “The fact that we'll have to get used to his absence is also,” Thorne shook his head, taking his eyes towards the ceiling like it was going to help him complete his words. “It's really heartbreaking.”“You've got to get used to it,” Bella's hands still remained in the same position. “But at the same time, you'll also see that he did it for the good of this academy.” “Trust me, someone could have gotten h

The federal council members were gathered together in their usual council hall, the expression on their face was a grim, serious one, due to the events that had happened right under their nose the past day back in the Holy Mountain Academy. “To be honest, I might have acted like everything was fine the other day when the demons came right into the room where we were and dared to threaten us without fear, but to be honest, I am angry,” Dante began, his expression was blank, no signs of anger on his face at all, but it would be a huge mistake to really judge him based on his facial expression. None of them spoke anything in response, he wasn’t done talking and they had nothing to say at that moment, none of them had the interruption of interrupting him while he was in such a mood. “What do you mean by there was a chance of us having casualties exactly where four of the council members were?” he clenched his teeth, “the bodies that we brought with us, I want to know every single thin

Alaric and his mother led the twins far away from the academy and they had other people following them. Tristan and then, Kira, both of them having different reasons for why they were following them.Tristan’s own was because he simply wanted to see how much Alaric had progressed by, while Kira told everyone that she wanted to deliver herself to the twins immediately they were done dealing with Alaric, so they wouldn’t stress themselves to come back to the academy. But the real reason in her mind was simply the same with Tristan’s reason. She had felt how much he had changed, she had seen it physically, but right now, she wanted to see it in his fights too.“I guess this is enough for us,” Bella said, stretching her hands apart, the moment they got into an open space that was wide, but not enough for what was about to happen. Before she could even finish her statement, the twins already charged forward, hoping to take down Alaric in one swift motion and from behind his back. The bla

Days after the council members visited, two strange figures made their way into the Holy Mountain Academy, none of them was puting on shirts, but they had something more like a skirt covering their lower half with a huge weapon strapped to their back. Every student in the academy made way immediately they saw the men make their way into the compound.“What is it and what do they want?” one of the students questioned, taking a proper look at both men, they had long hair and seemed like they lived in the jungle and away from humanity. One extra thing to note was that they had a mean expression glued to their faces and they looked so huge and bulky. They also looked really identical. One of them turned arond and snatched a student by the collar of her uniform, and with so much ease. He raised her to face him, her legs hovering in the air, she got paralyzed by fear instantly. “Do you know where Alaric is?” he questioned with a loud growl, his voice was so scary that she couldn’t let o