Legacy of Blackwood – Synopsis

Decades after Chris Blackwood reshaped the world, his empire stands unrivaled, with its influence stretching across nations. The Blackwood Union rules with absolute authority, dictating the course of history itself. But as the throne transitions to a new ruler, the balance of power shifts, and old alliances are tested.

Ethan Carter, the trusted right hand of Chris, has been named the new Supreme Ruler. With his appointment comes the weight of expectation, the burden of maintaining an empire built on dominance, and the whispers of betrayal lurking in the shadows.

Classic Blackwood and Christiana Blackwood—each with their own vision for the future—must decide where their loyalties lie. Skylar Blackwood, ever watchful, remains a force to be reckoned with, her ambitions far from fulfilled.

But as external threats rise and internal conflicts brew, the question remains: Will the Legacy of Blackwood thrive under new leadership, or will it collapse under the weight of its own power?

A tale of loyalty, ambition, and the price of absolute rule—Legacy of Blackwood begins.

The war smoke hadn't even left my armor when I stepped off the convoy. The city gates opened wide for us, banners raised, citizens chanting Blackwood forever. My men peeled away toward their quarters, but I didn't.


The minister's house. My father's house.


I didn't send word ahead. No trumpet. No announcement. Just me, carrying my rank's weight in silence.


The gate guards stiffened as I passed—they recognized me, but none dared to stop me. I pushed the heavy doors open and stepped inside.


The sound of plates clattering came first. Then my mother's gasp.


She dropped the tray she was carrying when she saw me. "Daniel…?" Her hands covered her mouth, tears brimming instantly. "You—You came back—"


I knelt before her, lowering my head. "Mother. Forgive my absence. Duty—"


She pulled me into her arms before I could finish. Her embrace was warmer than any battlefield fire.


Then a shadow moved at the hallway's end.


He didn't rush. He didn't cry. He stood tall, arms folded, his face unreadable.


"Back already?" he asked, voice flat. "Or was it too easy?"


I straightened. My uniform gleamed, my insignia catching the light. "We won. Darnova fell. The king's will carried through."


His eyes flickered—not at me, but at the mark of my new rank. "I see they reward recklessness now."


Mother snapped, "He came home alive! He came home a man!"


But he cut her off with a sharp wave of his hand. His gaze never left me. "Don't mistake luck for greatness, Daniel. If Soren hadn't buried you under his protection, you'd be a name on a gravestone."


The words pierced deeper than any blade.


I stood firm, even though my chest tightened. "Then let me prove it, Father. Next time… without protection. Without interference."


For the first time, his eyes softened. Just a flicker. He didn't smile. He didn't step closer. But he didn't speak again either.


The silence between us was heavier than the war drums I'd left behind.


I knew then—one battle had ended, but another had just begun.


Chapter 613 - Chapter: The Uninvited Return