Marauders Sirius Black Novels & Stories

But just as he was about to touch Harry, Black gave his hand a firm kick. Connor tried to look the Mad One in the eye but could not do so. He could only bow his head in submission to this force of nature. "I don't know what happened. We conducted the control protocol as we've always done in the past..." he began to explain before falling silent. "Mat, hi. Duncan speaking. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're going to need you... Wolfsbane and silver... Harry's in a bad way... In the Red Moon pack... Yes, Alpha Black is with us," Duncan replied calmly before turning to his Alpha.

Such a small thing to cause so much pain. "When were you planning to give it to me?" "Just before the fight. Mixed with water so you wouldn't know." "More lies." "Necessary lies." Elder Mara laughed again. "Oh, you two are perfect for each other. Both so willing to sacrifice, so unwilling to trust." She stood. "Here's truth, children: Marcus Blackthorne has been taking that serum for three months. An antidote given hours before won't fully neutralize it." My blood went cold. "What?"

The packs may be more likely to give us up if they are starved out of their land. But at this moment, Mara was still my most immediate threat because she had already tried to kill me. She’d gone dark after her last failed power play, but the word was she was gathering her own loyalists, promising the moon if they delivered my head, or—worse—Sirus.

I sensed his unwavering loyalty, even after all this time. "I've crossed paths with the formidable mafia lord, and now death is hot on my heels, death is seeking me." "What kind of mafia lord are we dealing with? Who did you mess with?" "Lucas Gambino," I replied with a hint of disgust. He fell silent, clearly taken aback by the mention of Lucas's name. "What do you need me to do?" His words were like music to my ears. I knew he would stand by me without fail. "Find my exact location and give me directions to your place as soon as possible. Please, do it now."

Then the storm came. “It’s her! The black wolf!” a woman shrieked, pointing at me as if I were the plague itself. “She brought this upon us!” another cried out, voice hoarse with rage. “Haven’t you done enough, you cursed witch?” a man spat at my feet. Did they truly believe I summoned Xareth? That I had chosen this destruction? Their pack was falling apart, and yet here they were hurling their last breaths at me. But none of it mattered. I only searched the crowd with fevered eyes for Zevarion.

But for the first time, I believed I knew who I was. Mira Black. Daughter of Marcus. Heir to nothing. Free.

The applause. The congratulations. I had seen it with my own eyes. No explanation could erase that. "I made my choice," I said quietly. Maya studied me for a moment. Then she nodded. "Okay." She stood and headed toward the door. Before leaving, she paused. "One more thing." I frowned. "What?" "The news said Ethan Blackwood has been searching for someone." My heart skipped a beat. Maya's gaze softened. "They didn't mention a name." They didn't have to.

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

"My queen you may punish me later, but now I need you to chant his spell. Only your power can heal him, your bond with him. Please my queen we don't have a lot of time." His words took me out of my thoughts. I was lethargic, but Sabina helped me to his side, seeing him in his wounded stage my tears fall for him again. The sadness came back in a big wave, shocking Sabina who was still by my side. "My queen, please save him. I will take it away later, I promise you." She looked at me knowingly. Maven put more ointment on his back, he was still unconscious, not moving at all. Then Savaric and Muriel assisted him in clearing up space, taking all Arkael's already ruined shield out of his chamber.