Marauders Sirius Black Novels & Stories

Bonita's POV Two of my children have found their mates in the Black Raven Pack. However, I am skeptical because I only have bad memories of it. Can I trust my children in the hands of those pack members? I do not know when, but I hope they do not end up like I have. The Black Raven Pack was not good for me. First, Oscar gave me hell and almost killed me with his lover, and then Morris started all his nonsense about being in love with me and working with the vampires. I am apprehensive about Madison, but Maddie looks so happy with Markus. Madison is also powerful. She is not like us. She is well-trained. And if something happens to her, Markus will come second.

Hence, when she sent a message to Sirius, she felt guilty. [Where are you? Let’s meet tonight.] She then looked at Aster. “You got your wish.” “Not exactly. I’m doing this to help your bestie.” Aster then fell into contemplative silence before he put on a serious look. “But I need to tell you this: Sirius Roland is different from Titus Black. He values relationships more. If he actually falls in love with you, leave his side as soon as possible. If he learns that you went to Charmed before…”

Pack links are supposed to be only words, but somehow Sarah, Shelley, Jade, Tala and Mary manage to send me the image of them all rolling their eyes and looking very unimpressed at Black’s attitude. Right. Game on. Blacks own supporters have come out behind him. A dozen werewolves, all male, all obviously fit and almost certainly fighters. “/That’s all of them out here, Tom, if you and Mary counted right. You go set their prisoners free. Mary, be ready to back Tom up, if it turns out there’s more of them still indoors./” Black catches that I haven't got my full attention on him, and smirks. I raise my eyebrow, let myself smile a little, and think hard that I’m doing this for the good of Badg

The rune light reversed, draining downward like a tide pulling back. And Kieran screamed—not in pain, in rage— because something inside the corridor had just snapped the mate bond’s leash for one heartbeat. I staggered, breath ragged. And in that one heartbeat of freedom, a third presence stepped into the corridor behind us— heavy, cold, familiar. Mara. Her mouth unsealed, eyes bright with fury. She smiled. “Perfect,” she whispered. “Now I know what to steal.” And she raised a bowl of black water over my head.

Suddenly, I’m aware that if Xavier walks in right now, this stops being emotional. It becomes war. “Kendrick.” Xavier’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. He’s standing in the doorway, shoulders rigid, eyes locked not on his brother— But on me. His gaze drops briefly to my mouth. Then to my wrist. The red marks on my wrist were very obvious. I moved instantly creating space between Kendrick and me as soon as I saw the direction of his gaze. Something in his expression changes. Dangerously. “What is this?” Xavier asks, his voice low.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

The edges crumbled under my fingers, and I unfolded it carefully, afraid it would turn to dust. The handwriting was Marcus's—sharp, precise, each letter pressed deep into the page, as if he had known the paper would be his only legacy. I read it aloud, my voice echoing in the silent chamber. "I, Marcus Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood pack, confess to the following crimes: I made a bargain with the Lycan king. I gave him the bloodline of Kaelen in exchange for power over the shadow. I bound the shadow to the hybrid child, Ravenna, knowing she would one day wake it and become its vessel. I built the prison beneath the mountain to hold the king's enemies and feed them to the darkness. I kille

Thanatos said, fading back into shadow himself, "is what Marcus Blackstone plans to do with his resurrection. And why he needs an army of Shadow Walkers to do it." The Hunters burst through the door, their starlight weapons aimed at our hearts. Derek's lightning crackled, my fire roared, but we were outnumbered fifty to one. "Mona Blackstone," their leader said, voice distorted by his helmet. "By order of the Council of Stars, you're under arrest for the murder of Cyrus Phoenix." Murder. They'd watched us give him mercy and called it murder. "Run," Thanatos whispered, and suddenly the shadows weren't our enemies but our escape route, pulling us into the spaces between spaces as the Hunters'

"Ice your jaw, Marcus." He hung up, tucked his phone into his pocket and turned to me.” "Three men broke into Marcus's home," he said. "They left a burner phone in the kitchen and on it was a message from Sergei." He looked at me directly. "My month is up." My legs gave out and I sat on the pavement before I collapsed. The calm had passed and after it was a raging storm I'd hoped wouldn't come. But here it was. "Is Nia—" "She's fine. Marcus handled it."

The man that was left from Lily’s exodus remained; he was chained to a chair in the middle of the room, his head a bandaged mess, his eyes still alive with the sharp fear that came from having your life in a tight balance. ”I’ve told you everything I know,” Marcus Blackwood said for the third time, his voice a husk from hours of questioning. “We were contracted to snatch the girl, make it look accidental. That's all." "By whom?" I never got an answer and repeated my question while stalking him back and forth with predatory patience. The half-shift I'd done in the forest still hung on the fringes of my awareness, which kept my canines a bit longer than normal and my eyes flamed like glowing c